[Noah's imagination is very active, thank you! He's freaking the Fuck out, clutching that sundial close to his heart like maybe he'll hear Clamor's voice. Though, because Noah is So Good at repressing his emotions, he tries not to let it show physically, even if he's alone.
He stands, nervous hands brushing away dirt from the gold, and makes his way toward the forest. This is surely a good idea. Nothing bad has ever happened in the woods to him. Ever.]
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He stands, nervous hands brushing away dirt from the gold, and makes his way toward the forest. This is surely a good idea. Nothing bad has ever happened in the woods to him. Ever.]