NOAH
Noah nodded as the woman spoke. He did not try to correct his position on the sparkbird. He had wanted to return it to its home, not his, but it didn't matter now -- it was done. Her wisdom came through afterwards, and Noah soaked it in. Frey had to reach the whole world for those that followed them, and Noah could protect his people -- the people of the Old Gods -- wherever he was. It stung, still, as she said it. His heart panged for the place he yearned to be, with the faces he knew and the people that loved him. He wanted to be in Halo. He didn't want to be anywhere else.
Noah's brows knit together some at what she was saying next. "Like, a garden of infants? How will you care for them all once they are..." He trailed off, not really knowing whether to use the word made or born. He supposed they were all made, though. "Once they are there? Will they be orphans, or will the people they are made from want to be their parents?" Noah was letting his mind wander in all of the what-ifs of this, now, and it was easy to see. "Will any of them be made abandoned?"
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
