Elann was different than her husband. The Mizas he saw as toys or things to stare at were the lifeblood of provision. She was raised by a merchant, a leader of his tribe, and that meant that money was constantly on her mind. Few would have been able to save what she did, short of being like Noah, but she did it and in such a short time.

He folded to her and said whatever she wanted was fine. That was the same mentality he didn't want her to have. She looked up to him and said brightly.

"I'm looking forward to seeing this home you and your sister played in regardless of what my idle thoughts have been. The farm to me isn't important. Being with you is and seeing you happy. So maybe when we get there we will find a happy middle ground where both of us are in agreement on where we should live. I am sure the home you had in mind will be nice too."

She nudged a little closer, how half on the bed, half in his lap. He was not giving her the attention she desired from him and so she inched her arms up toward his armpits to tickle him, but moved slowly so he didn't have to react quickly and hurt himself.