NOAH
Noah ventured down to the beaches after working with Maeve. For never having used a bow before their time together, she ended up doing just fine. Noah was sure that she would need more practice, but an archer could be made out of her yet. with his own bow and quiver strapped around him, Noah walked along the beach. it was quiet, a place for him to gather his thoughts before he headed back to Halo.
Before him, however, something curious entered his field of vision. A chest? He looked around for a moment, eyebrows knitting together with the curiosity of it all. He did not advance any closer to the chest, however, he merely observed.
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Noah hesitates to approach and observes it.
i'd fashioned my own cross
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
