Only way through is to follow the fog
Noah merely nodded. He finished piling iron scraps and splintered wood, and was comfortable to work in silence along the Sword. It felt right, it felt normal. Together over the last years they had worked shoulder to shoulder to protect and fortify this land, and it only made sense that the two men now stood shoulder to shoulder to clean it up in the aftermath of war. Glacier eyes drifted back towards Deimos.
The shift in subject was welcome, and Noah smiled brightly. "A wedding will be a nice celebration for everyone." There hadn't been many weddings lately, but he remembered the grandiose celebrations of his youth. "I haven't ventured outside of the walls to see the status of the tundra, but in times past we would host weddings on the sea of glass." And in a time like this, Noah was ready to cling to tradition.
