The success the hunter had in convincing the man his plan was best was easily seen in the grin that spread across his handsome face. He turned back towards the group when Deimos asked his question. Noah's hands went to his belt and his fingers traced along it, finding his knife still nestled carefully within its sheath. "Not me." Noah shook his head, shrugging his shoulders in a dismissive manner. "Must be your lucky day." Perhaps finding a knife in Halo was the equivalent of finding a penny anywhere else.
Morgan, Aisha, and Deimos set to work with their concrete mixtures. Noah moved ahead of them to assure that each section of the frame for the foundation was set correctly before they poured their concrete in. When he needed to, he helped smooth out any bumps and tapped the wooden frame to dissolve any bubbles formed from pouring. "We will probably need to block this off somehow so that kids don't stumble through the wet foundation as it cures." Noah suggested, looking up at Morgan to see if she, too, had thought of that.
Noah Olson When the night is cold and you feel like no-one knows what it's like to be the only one buried in this hole You can make it to the sunrise |
