NOAH
"That sounds good." Noah let a smile wrap across his features at the mention of the sweetbread. It sounded delightful, truly, in the wake of coming home. It would be nice to have something baking in the stone fire oven above his hearth. "Did your mom teach you?" He asked as he reached above her head for a bowl. It was his only large bowl, the rest of them only sized enough to eat a portioned meal from. "Is this big enough?" He asked, setting it on the cool, stone counter beside her. "My mother used to just knead everything on the surface." He regarded, knocking it with a knuckle.
"Oh, well, I'm not sure, to be honest. I've seen very little of him since the portal opened. As soon as Zeke could leave Halo and explore the rest of the world, he did. He'd always been so full of wonder and a thirst for adventure. I hope he's okay, wherever he had ended up." Last he knew, the younger Olson had settled in Torchline for a few seasons.
I want trees instead of gravestones
nothing to confess
nothing to confess
