NOAH
Noah had never been to the city, but the word around the streets of Torchline was that Phoebe was there. There were so many rumors surrounding the suddenly re-appearing woman, and the hunter was finally in a place where he was ready to seek her out. Well, he wasn't really ready to travel so far to the city, but the skyport from Torchline made it easier than he thought it would be. Despite the ease of travel, the attuned found himself standing and waiting at the city's gates. He had told Deimos that he needed to speak with her, to see where she stood in the word and in all of the politics and war and--
--and Noah wanted to know what Frey thought, from her perspective.
With a puff of his breath that was so familiar it tore another piece of his heart and left it on the cold stone beneath his boots, Noah stepped forward towards the city. The only thing that felt familiar was the snow, the way that the cold bit at his lips as he walked. People around him tugged their coats closer to their bodies, arms wrapped and rubbing to keep the circulation moving. Noah, however, was clothed in the lightest of his clothing, even less than what he wore in Halo during Longheat.
{plz ignore my weird timelines}
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
