NOAH
Having completed their work on the luxere, and the rest of the people gathered finished their work on what they thought was "the best", they all moved on. The fire erupted and roared and covered Noah in a familiar warmth. Others stepped forward to roast what they had brought and, bringing forth what he had brought, Noah started his contribution. He prepared the fish and skewered it on one of the branches he did not use for the luxere antlers. Just as he was turning it over a second time as the flames and heat worked their magic, Noah's attention shifted to the companion moving in on them.
The black dragon made him instantly uneasy and a growl rumbled in the bottom of his throat, his eyes shifting and fangs elongating in his mouth. His lip twitched in a snarl just as Deimos' magic lifted. The wind pulled at Noah's blond hair as it cycloned toward the dragon. His feline eyes moved temporarily to Wessex, before he shook his head and went back to roasting his fish.
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Noah roasts his fish!
I'll follow you down through the eye of the storm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
Don't worry I'll keep you warm
