Elann was the only one thus far who had problems with the way Noah communicated, no one else being one to pressure the Kelvic to speak more than the little things he did say. There were few people still whom he communicated on this level with, and he was perfectly fine with that. Elann’s distress over the situation was still relatively unknown to Noah, he thought he was making the change, albeit slowly and not at the pace she probably wished of him. It was a lot to ask of  him so quickly after years of being one way, hopefully she would come to realize that, if she had not already.

“Did you hit the lions?” he asked. “I remember you missed the hare we were after in the field. Do you?”

Noah looked down at the card as she flipped it, the flickering and thick paper smacking to reveal the number four, of which she accused him of cheating. Noah smiled and shook his head, drumming his index finger over the four and the thirteen beneath.

“You cheated on the last one,” he accused.

Noah moved his hand over the deck and pulled at the next card, peering to Elann across from him. “High or low?” he prompted before flowing into the next bit of conversation.

“Do you like sewing a lot, or do you do it because you’re good at it?”