Noah couldn’t explain his mother’s reasoning. All the things she tacitly said when around Elann all those times the four them were together spoke enough to Noah to tell him that his mother did like Elann. Perhaps it was a mixture of patience and understanding with humans or perhaps she was waiting for something to happen. Isabella wasn’t exactly trusting of people too quickly and tended to keep people at an arms distance away. She was entrusting Elann with her last child, her youngest child, the child who was still a baby in her eyes. Whether Elann knew it or not, there was a lot of responsibility and trust in that.

Noah did desperately desire to be near the city for the festivals and the parades and overall ease of access to everything else about the core of the city he missed. The problem was, the closer into the city one became, the less space there was between the houses. In some cases, they were packed tightly together, a cobblestone road just outside the small gated front yard. His own family home was something like that. The yard in the back was large enough to house a chicken coop for the chickens which had been eaten, large enough to house a garden now. It was what he wanted though, something like that.

Elann’s answer was simply put and he waited for the reasons to come. They did, and they were random in his opinion. She never spoke about wanting a farm before yet he supposed there was soundness in wanting one if she never had it before. Noah also presumed her want to provide for them without spending their coin was sound as well. He didn’t really care for coin, never really needing it to the point Elann and others seemed to. As it once was, he hunted whenever he was hungry and only bought clothes when necessary. The golden mizas were but little baubles in his eyes, something to be desired because of their glint and glam, not much for their monetary value.

“It seems,” he repeated. “There are farms outside of the city. We could look further away from the city, I guess, if that’s what you want, so you can have space for the things you want to grow.”

Truthfully Noah didn’t see Elann as much of a farmer. He saw her more as the small gardener type, the one to fill their home and patio with vine plants so she could have the green she so desired all around her. It would’ve fit fine with what he had in mind for a home but she wanted more apparently. He reasoned that it didn’t matter much whether they were close to the city or not, regardless of if he wanted to be.

“Whatever you want,” he conceded without hesitation. “If you’re comfortable it’s fine.”