every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
"That seems the be the way of life here in Halo -- no one really knows what they're doing so we just go one day at a time and move forward with what works." Noah laughed at his own comment - but it was true. The tundra ate a lot of lore and history and customs. There were tried and true aspects of this life that lasted generations and defeated the tundra's icy claws. However, if the people did not cling to the customs from the people they learned them from when the people died the customs were lost. "Unfortunately I don't know anyone in Caido -- even outside of Halo -- who shares this type of position with me to seek council from." Perhaps, with Kiada's knowledge of the Hollowed Grounds, she would be able to point him in the direction of someone with enough wisdom to share with him.
He smiled, even more, when she affirmed him. To think that someone, even a stranger, had confidence in what he could do made him feel good. It was a small sense of pride that rose in his chest from the comment, the whiskey -- even one glass -- enough to keep the anxiety and self-doubt away for a moment. "I think the council has plans to discuss some food production options for Halo, come to Flowerbirth. Chulane has a great idea for farming ningos that we will have to discuss in further detail -- but he has put a great deal of work into it. It's impressive, really." To think that no one, save for a few families who didn't spend much time hunting, thought of farming ningos until now was incredible, as well.
NOAH
