Eaglecrest: re: Noah

Memories were never something of concern to Natlous; he tried not to give them much thought at all unless it was necessary. Natlous was not afraid of looking back on the past but he saw no reason in dwelling on it either. The storm-clad yearling preferred to dwell on what was happening to him, and what he needed to do - and so he found himself watching the younger colt with a quiet intensity, an attentiveness that caught the slight change in Noah's eyes. Natlous had heard often enough from his father that questions of the past were preferably avoidable; most didn't like to talk about it. As Noah answered Natlous, mused quietly on the fact that he would exactly like to rattle off much about himself either. That would be easily avoidable, though.

Then there was something that snagged his attention, his curiosity to be more precise. "The Heartland, Ravenglade?" It was a nickname his father had used often enough for the Glade that Natlous recognized it. Whether or not it was the one and the same, was another question all together - one of course, Natlous had no problem asking.