The lumbering wagon train carried on through the day, and each bump and divot had come to be so familiar to them that neither the artist nor his subject seemed to pay any mind to them. Everyone had settled into the mood that this was life, a bumpy divoting existence, and where at first people complained, now it was just all faded out. Elann's only movement was the small shifts in the wagon, but then she would slide right back into where she was mindlessly.

The wagon train was loud, but she didn't hear it as she thought to herself. Chimes ticked by, and not even Noah's altering from the charcoal scratching to the use of his thumb drew Elann's attention. While her eyes were set upon him in a steady hum of love, they were focused elsewhere, likely into the canvas behind him, but she didn't know. Her eyes were set on things in her mind, processing thought, and there she remained until he shifted in his completion.

It seemed he evaluated the picture, taking multiple small glimpses to her. Elann's eyes focused more on him and a very subtle look of anticipation grew on her face. Patiently she waited to see the hand or her eyes he drew, but was surprised when it was actually her, laying there, on the bed of rugs. An intense focus came upon her eyes in shock at it as she hopped up onto her knees. 

"[i]A on Laouru[/i]," she said as a joke as she sat up to view it closer, her hands on her knees like a little kid begging for a treat. She brilliantly looked up to him with a huge smile and said, "You are fantastic! I thought you might be good, but not this good!"

She lovingly clung to his knees with her hands and kissed him there repeatedly more than a few times. In her happiness, she wanted to push him to do more, but she also didn't want him to feel pressured like she had done before.

"What made you think to draw me?"