Noah
we follow our own steps
while our shadows keeps watching us
while our shadows keeps watching us
The shift in the bar was as easily felt as it was seen. Ronin had his own gravitational field, and even before the newer demigod could see him, he knew it was the Huntsman who had entered. Noah waited patiently for the sea of people to ebb and flow and float Ronin his way, sitting carefully and slowly at his whiskey. When the other man finally arrived, a flurry of smiles and radiating a warmth that Noah did not naturally possess, he gestured across the table to the other empty chair. He extended his hand, and repeated his already known name, "Noah Olson." A smile accompanied it as Ronin settled in.
"You seem to have quite the reputation here." Noah's tone was slightly teasing, and the curve of his lips changed quite easily from smile to smirk. "Much different than the reactions I would expect other members of the Order to receive." The air that Cian, Finn, and even October put off were all very different from the radiant gazes that Ronin drew. "Thank you for coming. I don't really know where to start..."
the wrong steps
would be not to start this exodus.
would be not to start this exodus.
