Noah followed Morgan out of their Council Hall, just long enough behind her not to catch up until she waited for the rest of the organizing party to join her. He sidled up to her, smiling some. "You were quick this morning. Almost missed you leaving the hall." Had it not been for his office door being wide open, he would have. "Any idea who all will be joining us?" He asked, making sure his jacket was tight around him. While they were coming into the warmest of the seasons, the wind today was biting.
Noah was glad to be working shoulder to shoulder again with the Warden. In the last few months, while they both toiled restlessly in their roles, the two of them had not worked closely together. Noah spent a lot of his days listening to the people, moving about the Citadel, and documenting his correspondence and leaving his notes for Morgan to go over in the morning. She had not come to him to go over anything, but he knew that she was working to help with the information given. Now, though, together they were working on the need of their people. Building the greenhouse was something that Noah continued to look forward to. Maybe, in the dark depths of his mind, he thought Delphine might come back if the greenhouse was here.
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 |
