Noah
Losing track of time, the other side of midnight
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Don't know how it hit us so hard
Noah looked Deimos and Evie up and down with skeptical eyes for a few moments before crouching down in the new position. His lips kept pursed, though, and his brows furrowed together slightly. It was difficult for him to compose himself when, between having little sleep and the desire to be home, the two of them were ready to play and keep them from Halo longer. Logically, Noah knew they were making no slight against him -- they loved him, truly, and didn't want to harm him. But as he took the lid off of his jar to continue harvesting dew, he couldn't help but stew in his own mind.
Tapping flowers and stems alike, Noah kept his mouth shut and worked. As blink hares continued to jump around, Noah protected his jar like an ursur on a kill. He hovered and curved over the jar and the water, pulling it close to his body to keep any hares from spilling it as they jumped and poofed and kicked and bucked all around. Standing, and placing the lid on again, Noah kept the jar close to him.
Noah collects more dew and when he thinks he has enough he puts the lid on again.
Something 'bout the way you're pausing all the chaos
