Noah thought Elann bold to think the card would be higher since it was already high enough in the double digits. While it would be unlikely she would get the round’s point, he didn’t rule it out entirely, knowing how Aimee trumped him with her unlikely gamble. He hoped it didn’t happen again, being rather competitive, especially against his siblings.

He flipped the card, eyeing it was it flipped up at thirteen. Noah huffed a breath of laughter, smirking and looking to Elann as if to say she was lucky. He withdrew his hand from the deck to allow her own to hover over it for his guess. Since it was the highest card, his first inclination was to guess lower, but he waited a moment, looking to Elann across from him.

“You used a slingshot when we first hunted,” he recalled. “I remember you telling me about how you would watch the herds, but you didn’t say you did so all night. Were you still doing that before you had to leave?”

Noah stewed on people's words  a lot when they were spoken. He wasn’t accustomed to engaging in the lengthy and involved conversations she wished for him to. He was more one to enjoy the companionship they brought one another, quietly. He couldn’t forget the day she fussed at him though, regardless of how many apologies she gave him for it, it was a lesson learned and he was doing his best to adapt to it, speaking and continuing conversations to the best of his ability. She knew he thought of things though, considering his words before speaking them to make the most of those, the little bit he did say. Oft times he would draw quiet and bring the conversation up hours later, stewing on it for that long of time before feeling as if he could carry it for a while longer.

“Lower,” he said, nodding to the cards.