Elann hadn’t noticed the birds following them. It wasn’t exactly surprising. At this point Noah felt as if he was the more attentive of the two at certain points. This was one of those points. He nodded a few times to affirm that the birds had indeed been following the caravan, and that they indeed inquired about him and Elann’s relationship. It wasn’t all too surprising to hear them ask of such things. He thought of the birds as another race of people, more his kin than the humans he often associated himself with. Bird calls, songs, and coos were just another language he knew fluently.

She looked at him, the wind sweeping at her hair. “That’s like saying I had no idea Benshira talked like Sylirans,” he said, hoping the analogy would help. “We… they… have their lives too, and this is their language.”

Answering him on her sewing project, she said she thought she would be done by tomorrow. He nodded, humming that he did like how it looked. “It’s pretty,” he said, speaking honestly. “I’ve seen a lot of it. I didn’t want to interrupt you though; you looked like you were really concentrating on it.”

Noah had snuck looks at her whenever his mind grew tired of the gems. One of the only things he could focus on constantly without waning interest was hunting. Even then, he often had small breaks to focus on something else entirely, something like his deity and His words.

Noah walked on, wondering if the moment would wane on a little longer in quiet or if Elann would interrupt it again. A breeze came at them once more. It sent the birds overhead in the green branches out to the other side of the road, their calls sounding in the frantic and quick relocation. Today the winds were very quiet, Zulrav’s words not on them this day. It didn’t appear as if the deity was in the sky either, His clouds there and white but lacking the mysteriousness that often came when He was there looking down.

“Do you like it out here?” Noah asked curiously.

Elann was a Benshira from the deserts of Ekytol, and then she came to Syliras, a stone city of grey that was barren of rich, lush life such as what they were immersed in right now. In the eight days they had been traveling with the caravan they had left the territory that Noah had called his, yet these parts were familiar in that they were something he was used to seeing, or had missed seeing immensely. This was probably the most green Elann had witness, and with spring present, the green was only getting more verdant and floral every day.