“Not really,” Noah said uncaringly. “Whatever you choose is fine.”

Elann told him about the blanket, saying it would be for cold nights. He assumed she meant while they were camping because by the time they got to Zeltiva, the heat would begin to rise and the sun would begin to beam and it would become increasingly humid. As it were now, Zeltiva was being graced by brisk salty winds or cool ones blowing down from the mountains at Zeltiva’s rear. He hummed at her saying she liked his blanket more though. “I’m glad,” he said quietly, looking to Aimee again.

The tent was retracted after he said it would rain and he was sad to hear it. He would’ve liked to be in the rain, regardless of the tent’s soaking. On the matter though, he remained quiet letting Elann retract the topic. They would sleep on the wagon’s floor again in the blankets disappointingly. “Okay,” was all he said in reply.

If there was nothing else said he would rest quietly in his cross-legged position, thoughts idly wandering around until the caravan was pulled off to the side of the road to start the evening’s camping set up. Elann left the tent with Aimee as she woke up and Aimee went off into the woods, returning several moments later before the rain began. She had eaten already when Elann came back with the food and so, her portion would be given to Noah.

Before Elann returned Noah positioned himself at the edge of the wagon, sitting cross-legged awaiting the rain. This wasn’t a storm as much as it was a downpour, Zulrav’s lightning and thunder entirely void of the skies. All that was were the god’s sweeping winds that battered the wagons with pelting rain, and Noah too since he sat at the mouth of the wagon’s back. It didn’t bother him that he was getting wet whenever a wind blew towards him, he was perfectly content feeling the wind and falling water on his skin. It was a feeling he was thankful to feel after so many others seemed to be devoid of him. He was quietly joyful, not soaringly happy. He wouldn’t dance in the rain as much as he would silently revel in the downpour’s presence.

He ate where he sat, retreating some small ways in to keep rain out of the two dishes he ate. He ate them slowly, watching the rain as it was a captivating thing. He turned to Elann, wherever she was, and motioned towards the front of the wagon. “Can I have a stormgem, please? A small one.”