Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
It is only when Finn decides verbally that Noah is welcome on the exhibition that the demigod relaxes some. He unclenched his fist's grip from around his coat, and his shoulders dropped slightly from the release of tension. He let out a breath, and nodded again, "Thank you. I will speak with Deimos about it. He might have some ideas, as well. He knows the land well." In another life, Deimos had lived in a place such as Halo -- ruled it in fact. Halo was an extension of his soul, as it was Noah's. They were kindred spirits of the ice and snow. "Hmm. Before Vi chose me I was ardently following the nature aspect of Frey. We called on them many times to help fortify Halo and keep its people safe. They helped provide us a greenhouse in which to grow vegetables all year, as well as protecting the Citadel from the harshest of Halo's temperatures." Noah explained, trying to provide enough information for Finn to understand that Frey had its fingers in Halo, and of the lands that Noah knew, was invested there because the people invested in them -- except that would all change, Noah suspected, given Morgan's leaning to the new gods. "I don't know much of Safrin, to be honest." Except for her to have a tendency towards vanity, but Noah didn't dare speak that out loud, wondering if Finn might be devoted to her. "Between the two options, what do you think are the benefits or the costs? What do you know of them?" |
