Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
Her returned smile made Noah feel more at ease, and the likelihood of her striking out at him lowered as she took the responsibility for running into him. He shifted his weight back onto his heels, looking the squawking creature up and down. He chuckled some as the woman stuffed the bird into her cloak. "I don't suppose that Delphine is your name?" His eyes flashed with his humor, and he chuckled again. "That's an interesting bird you've got there." The thinness of her cloak was not lost on him, however. He gripped the fur and leather he was holding a little tighter, before he held it out to her. "You look like you need this more than I do." He said. He looked again the children, wondering if their tiny bodies shivered beneath their clothes. Noah did not like the idea of cold, hungry children. Every instinct in him screamed out for him to scoop the three of them before him up and take them to his house, feed them something warm and make sure they had enough supplies and comfort for their journey to wherever they were going. At least, Noah assumed they were going somewhere. He did not know them--it was apparent they were outlanders. |
