The knock at the door felt unusual, and for a moment Noah just sat at his desk, staring through the open door. Eira had stood from her napping position, and it was not until the griffin prodded his mind that the warden stood. He stepped from his office at the same time Hotaru stepped through an open door. He looked at her for a moment before steeling his frame and stepping towards the door. He swung the great doors back and, upon seeing the guard towering next to the frame of a stranger, softened some. The Halovian smiled and stepped aside, gesturing for the fae to step inside. "Welcome," He said, voice steady and warm despite his glacial features. He nodded to the guard before he turned and headed back to his post. "What can we help you with today?" Noah asked, closing the doors behind the visitor. He knew that Morgan had met with the fae of the Greatwood some time ago, and as Hotaru and Noah laid their plans for their reign, he had expected to meet with them. He was surprised at the haste the fae responded with. He stepped aside and gestured again towards the hearth, raging and bright and warm, with several chairs laid out in a crescent shape. Should the women move towards them, he would follow.
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
