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What Noah sought was to be for the moment, for his weakness of the now, and to show her how he would love her. Intentionally, he wasn’t asking her to forsake what she was, her bubbliness, her happiness, just to know that it was overwhelming to him at times. He had no idea if it was being miscommunicated, but based on how Elann didn’t seek to speak in his creeping silence in every way, he had no way of knowing what she was thinking inside her head. He felt her love and felt her presence through the bond and it was enough to keep him from pulling away from her. He was content with the moment and far too drained to gently request anything else.

Noah took her in to sleep and fell asleep quickly once they were settled. In his mental fatigue, the Kelvic was swept away into a deep sleep plagued by dreams he wasn’t used to having. He dreamt of flying, dreamt of the clouds and the clear skies that were overtaken by the greatness of his god. Flying, below him was a vast open meadow. In the high grass were two figures, shadows he couldn't’ discern from above. He came down, gliding to come to the ground. He shifted but his bright cloud of magic didn’t appear. His feet hit ground and he took steps towards the blobs of shadows and as he stepped his legs were tangled in in the grasses and he was rooted.

The shadows began to form into figures but before they formed Noah felt an intense yearning towards the both of them. He could see clearly but was blind to the identities of the shadows until the figures began to take shape. There was an immense amount of familiarity with both figures and as one formed into a man and the other into that of a short woman, he began to understand. The one to his left was Elann and the one to his right was Caesarion. The man had been on his mind for the past few days following the latest argument between Noah and Elann, thus it made partial sense for the man to be there but the Kelvic was still thrown into confusion.

As he stood, rooted and immobile, the skies that were dotted with clouds were taken over by an immediate overcast, the greys darkening to the point of near blackness and only lightning striking in the distance lit the area around and above. The ground was overtaken by the shadow of the clouds, any celestial body of stars or the moon was totally oppressed and the shadows were becoming harder still to see. Their bodies were solid but the forms remained the same. Magically, the bodies rippled with tendrils of darkened energy that floated up to dissipate into the air.

Nude, it was the first time Noah felt as if he was vulnerable in his nakedness. The winds that swept over the plain didn’t make the grass bend but instead bit into his bare skin. He was the only one affected by the winds he often called friend and there was fear in him because of it. The mouths of the shadows opened as his ears failed him. The rushing winds became nothing but sensations felt on his skin and the shadows spoke words he couldn’t hear. He couldn’t even read the darkened lips. Both of them spoke in a way that denoted they were saying the same thing. 

Deafened and unable to move, the Kelvic looked up at the blackened clouds and saw the lightning rivet through the disdaining bodies above. The thunder rumbled so heavily he felt the ground shake beneath his feet and his bones rattle in his chest. Looking down, he found the shadows again and they both looked at him ominously. They had finished talking and now they stared as the sky battered itself with lightning and thunder. When it ceased, the rumbling stopped, they turned and walked from him. The winds surged behind him and cut into his back. Rushing, the winds swept away the shadows. Lightning struck where they once stood, dangerously close to him, and he was ripped from his dream.

Snapping awake, the Kelvic rolled onto his back abruptly, arching it in discomfort as he pressed against his wound. Noah’s hand came over his chest, his heart being felt as it thudded against the bone inside and his chest, the chest which heaved as the lungs inside gasped for breath. The film of sweat that was on him cooled as his body was exposed to the open air and he was gripped by a chill that made his teeth chatter. His eyes, darting to regain his whereabouts, calmed as he noted the light outside the tent, the birds chirping somberly to share their sorrow with those who lost their family members in last night’s raid.

The abrupt pain in his back made him audibly whince and seeth between clenched teeth, and it was a while before he delicately came back down to lie flat.