Noe
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Noe was relieved when Sol took her side, and she squeezed her friend's arm gratefully as they continued to examine the prints in the mud. She hadn't voiced her concerns - her totally valid concerns that had nothing to do with sisterly protective instincts, thank you very much - to anyone else, and it felt good to get things off her chest. If roles were reversed, she'd do the same for Sol - anyone Sol disliked, she'd hate on principle, and it made her feel better to have the young woman firmly on her side.
"Sure, let's go!" she said of the pup's prints, looking expectantly at Sol and waiting for her best friend to lead them onwards. Noe could see the prints in the mud, of course, but where the ground was drier, she knew she'd lose them in a heartbeat. As they walked, she sighed. "I don't know how much more there is to tell, really. It just seems like everyone loves her, but I just - can't figure out why. She's not even from Stormbreak and yet she gets to decide what's best for us? And, yeah, she has her council, or whatever, but then why aren't they leading? At least they're from there!"
"Sure, let's go!" she said of the pup's prints, looking expectantly at Sol and waiting for her best friend to lead them onwards. Noe could see the prints in the mud, of course, but where the ground was drier, she knew she'd lose them in a heartbeat. As they walked, she sighed. "I don't know how much more there is to tell, really. It just seems like everyone loves her, but I just - can't figure out why. She's not even from Stormbreak and yet she gets to decide what's best for us? And, yeah, she has her council, or whatever, but then why aren't they leading? At least they're from there!"
I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails
And the liquor in our cocktails
