alone with my thoughts

the devil you know is better than the ghost you don't

Noah was an observant creature. It came with the territory of being a hunter. His father had trained him from a young age to pay attention to the world around him. Animals and people both moved on habit and schedule, and it was important to recognize that. Noah had been an obedient child, and harnessed this skill well. It aided him, but sometimes it was a detriment to others. It was hard to hide things from him, even if he wasn't trying.

The reindeer held up his hands, palms out, towards the younger blond and apologized. "I didn't mean to offend you." He said quickly, eyeing Glas up and down. The frustration was apparent to Noah, and so he stopped a few yards from the other man and turned his body some, trying to tone down any intimidation factor that he held. "Even if you visited the marketplace every day, it still looks different in this season. If you're not careful, you might not even be able to get the same booth." He smiled some, hoping to warm and dissolve any rising tension the shorter man might be feeling. "It took me almost an hour the other day to find what I was looking for." He might be exaggerating a bit, but he hoped it would bring comfort.

"What're you lookin' for?"

so I sit and the scan the frequencies, watch the falling snow

Noah Olson