NOAH
set a fire for tomorrow
set it to your woes
set it to your woes
With the Shrike at his side, the Sentinel walked about the festival. His steps were careful and his glacier eyes moved around, inspecting everything he could. His generally trusting nature was being tested every day. He was becoming more and more like the rest of those in Halo: distrusting of most things that weren't them or theirs. It was not a spot he had ever really wanted to be in his life, but it was an inevitable part of being in a larger role in the larger world. He was no longer just a wandering hunter providing for the people of his frozen home. He was a Sentinel to all those that opposed the Voice.
"Those look delightful." He said. He tugged on her hand after she bartered her way to owning the flower seeds, "We should leave some of this sweet bread you've made." He gestured at the table sprawling with food that others brought along to offer out to other souls. "Then we can meet Deimos."
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
