[ It's not hard to find Noire; the furious grinding of her arrows would have made it harder to not find her. Morgan peeks his head in with a lollipop stick poking from his mouth. Ever since returning to civilization, he's shown his appreciation for fresh food in an almost frightening fashion. In a just world, he would be getting softer and rounder -- but in this unfair reality, he's only gotten healthier and stronger in the usual way of growing boys.
Sensing the odd mood in the air, he pauses. He didn't get to spend much time with Noire last evening, caught as he was in the embrace of a good book and then claimed prematurely (but also predictably) by sleep. The dangers of material comforts... though it seems luxury didn't aid Noire nearly so much.
He hangs half-hidden by the entrance, uncertain if he should come in. Maybe she wants to be alone? ]
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Sensing the odd mood in the air, he pauses. He didn't get to spend much time with Noire last evening, caught as he was in the embrace of a good book and then claimed prematurely (but also predictably) by sleep. The dangers of material comforts... though it seems luxury didn't aid Noire nearly so much.
He hangs half-hidden by the entrance, uncertain if he should come in. Maybe she wants to be alone? ]
... Noire?