NOAH
Deimos’ answer wasn’t totally unexpected, or even shocking, but it definitely wasn’t satisfying. If the hunter wasn’t so consumed in his own joy and pride for his new progeny, he might have been stung that Noah wasn’t in a circle of trust enough to be able to discuss such a topic with the Sword. But, nothing could bring Noah down right now. So with a pursing of his lips and a nod of his head, Noah accepted what Deimos said and kept working.
He lifted his hand to indicate to the warden that he needed more shingles before he shifted himself on the roof towards the next spot that needed to be covered. ”If Cordelia had it her way there’d be a hundred little Olsons tugging at your cloak.” Noah said, bright eyes wrinkling as he mimicked Deimos’ barking laughter.
Sun is up, hold on to what is yours
Take up your spade and break ground
Take up your spade and break ground
