NOAH
At her greeting, fingers running over his nose, the reindeer breathed out a short snort before shifting. He smiled before her, rolling his shoulders back some. "I was looking for you so we could try a spar." Noah had not, and would not, forget that he told the woman he would help make her stronger. He nodded at her ax, and her hard work. "It looks like though you've already done some strength training today." His smile did not falter. Despite the new wrinkles caused from the stress of the previous seasons, his smile still broke his face as broad and bright as the sun that shone over them and cast the snow to glittering beauty.
"Are you up for that, today?" He finally asked, a brow raising as he stepped back a few steps. He had never known those of Cordelia's family line to back down from anything, and were put their nose to the grindstone people. Her father, especially, would always work. That was who Noah knew best.
I want trees instead of gravestones
nothing to confess
nothing to confess
