Noah’s ears opened to Elann producing the similar pitch, repeating her name in his bird-speak. It wasn’t until she slid from the wagon down onto the ground did he look at her though. Elann was quietly walking behind the wagon, her hands behind her back as she subtly skipped from time to time. There was a lull that he liked, and though he couldn’t tell what she was thinking, he could see the gears turning in her head. It was a quiet he appreciated. What little wind there was in the overcast sky was moodless in its blow, nothing discernable to be gleaned from them.

In the past few days Elann’s quietness had been relaxing to the Kelvic. Whether she knew it or not, she was entirely too intense sometimes. Lately it had been at a new level of intensity, their bond having no rest except for when they were sleeping. He wasn’t a creature like that though, and it was where they seemingly conflicted. She wanted conversation, constant stimulation; he wanted to live in quiet existence, able to come and go with a piquing interest that could wane just as quickly as it came. His end of the bond couldn’t take the flooding emotions she could pour out into it. She was hardly calm for long, to him, whereas he was seemingly floating in tranquility consistently. Any calm that she exuded onto the bond was quickly banished when she felt a surging emotion that instantly travelled its way to him. It was, without a doubt, jarring.

That wasn’t to say he couldn’t be sensationally heightened himself. The differences were it was difficult to get him to those states. A fester middle-ground of emotional rarely happened, and when it did it was onerous for him to deal with. Plainly speaking, his emotions were softly felt until they weren’t: he could be happy, but his happy would be a quiet hum of soft joy; he could be angry, but his anger was torrential, explosive, and relentless. Obviously, he preferred the former over the latter as the latter could be entirely too exhausting to the lightweight who was kindly-minded by default. Want all Elann could, more was an immense request.

As if roosting, Noah watched the world around Elann before watching the Benshira herself. It might’ve been a familiar sight, his silent and rarely blinking stare, to her. Noah rest his head against the wagon’s frame to his left, eyes slowly going over Elann and her physique, taking in her hair and how it moved in a similar way to the garments she was wearing; her eyes, which were deep like sapphires; and her walking skip. Unspeaking, he watched on.