learning to be free

NOAH

Noah smiled as Deimos approached, noting the journals in his hands. "She's strong, but she is getting tired more easily these days. Those babies sure are active." At least, Noah assumed it was more than one based on how much she had grown only halfway through, as well as how much movement she said she had. As he thought and spoke of his wife and soon-to-be children his smile wrinkled the corners of his eyes. Pride burst in his heart and it was unable to be masked over the attuned bond.

Sah came soon, and Noah offered him his eye-wrinkled smile in return. With the two of them there, it didn't take Deimos long to get down to business. Noah took the paper from Deimos for a brief moment, reading the scribbled notes as best as he could. Some was scratched like ningos on the frosted ground, but he made out what was relevant. Between that and the Sword's explanation, Noah put all the pieces together. "I wonder if these creatures always existed, or if Rae made them when they worked on the world." He wondered aloud.

Noah nodded along with Sah, expressing his willingness. "It's important we know what's going to try to kill us now." Noah's smile returned, this time jesting as his glacier eyes moved between the two men.

Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground