When Hotaru sent the word for help, Noah came. Cordelia and her mother were tending to the twins and his companions guarded the home. The Sentinel worked alongside a group of a few others, two students he knew and one he didn’t, to clean up around the grounds. Noah carried around a large cloth bag that he filled with debris and broken pieces of shield and target, having each been demolished by either intentional blasts of magic or wayward, uncontrolled strikes.
The three students kept pleasant enough small talk that Noah did not feel any need to fill in or orchestrate conversation. He gave opinions when asked, and explanations as prompted, but he mostly listened. They were young, all barely adults, and the hunter was interested in what their lives looked like here at the academy full time. Even in the time he had spent here practicing his magic, he still had other responsibilities and priorities. These students, however, were totally under Hotaru’s care and direction.
The bird of prey caught his attention and he opened his bag for Hotaru to drop the cloth within.
The three students kept pleasant enough small talk that Noah did not feel any need to fill in or orchestrate conversation. He gave opinions when asked, and explanations as prompted, but he mostly listened. They were young, all barely adults, and the hunter was interested in what their lives looked like here at the academy full time. Even in the time he had spent here practicing his magic, he still had other responsibilities and priorities. These students, however, were totally under Hotaru’s care and direction.
The bird of prey caught his attention and he opened his bag for Hotaru to drop the cloth within.
Noah
the sentinel of the north
