Noah's smile spread wide over his face when he saw Cordelia. He before the closed door as she greeted Deimos. Eira chirped at his side, happy to be reunited with what she felt was her little family. She rubbed against the legs of both Deimos and Cordelia, chirping and purring away at Belial within the warlord's arms. she finally took a perch upon one of the beds in the room, looking at everyone with warm yellow eyes full of joy.
When Cordelia finally closed the distance between them, Noah held her tight and took in her warmth and her scent. He let out a breath of relief, his cheek pressed against her auburn hair. "I'm glad you both made it here without incident. I'm sorry that I called Deimos away from you." He pulled back from her and squeezed her shoulders, before he gestured for them to settle in for what he was about to tell them. He sat himself in an armchair near the small hearth that Cordelia kept raging. "It was for a reason none of us could have ever predicted." He paused for a moment, resting his elbows on his knees and giving each of them the most serious of looks. "Vi called upon me. Made me his demigod." Noah leaned up, the last of his words falling with his glacier eyes on Deimos, knowing the weight of what he just said. It meant something happened with Amalia, and Noah was empty without the answer for the Sword. Their history was rich and deep and Noah imagined this information would cause a swell of different emotions within his friend.
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
