NOAH
As Frey appeared before them, pleased with their gifts and their works, Noah smiled. He dipped his head with respect for the herald, a warmth spreading through his chest at the feeling of their pride for them -- for him. "The ones who will benefit most from this greenhouse are the ones who aren't able to make it here. There are many elderly and sickly whom are already fed with luxere and ningo -- fresh fruits and vegetables will nourish them further." To say Noah was not surprised that Morgan and himself were the only ones to come would be a lie, but he did not need anyone else here. Even if it was just for the two of them, their work still mattered. Following the herald to the place chosen, Noah stayed closer to Frey than he did Morgan. He did not ignore the woman, but he certainly kept his attention on the god before them. "Halo is better with your influence, Frey." He whispered, looking to Frey with glacier eyes.
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
