noah
Free from all old stories Ive been told, I walk through the valley of my own shadow
Noah, wrapped in ice and thorns and all that was unlike him, still smiled gently as Juniper greeted him. Her surprise was easy to see, and as he stepped in with a small limp in his gait, he lifted his hand to her. "As of right now, I am not longer Warden of Halo." His voice dripped with the anguish of the statement. "It is what I came to inform you of." He leaned on his good leg, his companion pressed into it.
"Is there somewhere more private we can speak?" Noah asked, his hand resting atop Eira's feathered head. He let his glacier eyes wander through the embassy for a moment, noting that there weren't any others that he could see, but in the wake of what had just happened with him, he sought only to have his words fall on Juniper's ears.
