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Elann’s hands smoothing down his back and shoulders were relaxing and easing to his mind, a mind that was heavy with the thoughts of what to do with his gifts from the gods. He was at his end for the moment with the gems, unsure of where to go next. It wasn’t often that he got stumped, usually able to find the ends for problems that often eluded others, but now, he was stuck with no clear direction to go. His focused eyes were strained and his muscles were tense, cramped in his position for most of the morning looking over his gems.

Noah nodded, humming in affirmation. The gems were dangerous, but that wasn’t the only reason for his carefulness. He didn’t want to offend his god by improperly tampering with the divine gifts either. The secrets held within were to be tapped by natural means, just as they were created in the same way. Atop of that, he had already been zapped by the charges within the gems. He was unsure what would happen if he tried anything more invasive.

“I would say so,” he said in reply as he packed up the gifts.

When they were packed, the bag tied loosely, Elann’s breath brought his attention to her. Noah peered up at her behind him, careening his head back to look at her in an upside down way. The offer came and he accepted, nodding.

He pushed himself to stand, the bag of gems in hand. He drifted towards the front of the wagon first, putting the sack with the rest of their things before heading towards the back to join his wife outside. A walk would be a nice escape from what he was toiling over, the heat of his constantly simmering thoughts allowed to relax in the cool breezes of early spring.

Once outside he observed that they weren’t the only ones who wanted to take a stroll with the wagons. A few others were out and about as well, walking alongside the wagons, some people talking to the drivers, others just enjoying the nature they were submerged in. He helped his wife out of the wagon then took up post walking by her side as he enjoyed the freshness of the air. Above, the birds sang in off again on again tunes that he understood, causing him to curiously look up to them.

There was a specific tune that caught his attention, and with a lick of his lips, he replayed it, calling back to the bird who originally sang it. He got a reply, to which he replied again, the tune perfect in its crafting as it left his lips. He preoccupied a little bit of his time with the same back and forth, a few other avian comrades joining in as they realized Noah was more than the man he appeared to be. Soon he disconnected himself from the conversation, whistling his goodbye, before setting his sights on the path ahead.