NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
Noah breathed out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. "I hope so." Otherwise, he was sure to disappoint. Noah kept his body low before the shrine, near Deimos enough that his voice did not carry too far or too loud. "Yes. I am not sure how it will go, given everything that has changed. I'm not as worried as I would be if Frey were more like Safrin, but I still have apprehension about meeting with them." Noah looked over at Deimos over his shoulder, still crouched before the offering he had placed. He was not ready to send a prayer to the herald just yet -- there was more he wanted to give Deimos, with the privacy of just the two of them.
"I spoke with Finn again before the end of Longnight, as well as Cian." Noah leaned back some, resting his forearms on his knees. "Finn told me about information for a relic. They believe it to be frozen in the Sea of Glass." Noah shifted his weight, the pauses between each sentence quite intentional as he gathered his words carefully. "I told Finn that if there were to be an exhibition to Halo, that I wanted to go. I also told him that it might interest you, and that I would ask you about it."
feel defiance burning through my teeth
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day
