“That makes sense,” he said, speaking simply. “You use a bow now, you’re more accurate… deadlier too though.”

There was fear in Noah that one day during their hunting she would accidentally shoot him, especially considering it was agile prey they were often after. He trusted her not to but mistakes happened, and he was already cautious enough with her considering he didn’t tend to strike down from above until Elann had her own shot at whatever they were pursuing, a strategy he would stick to. 

“Maybe, when I’m better, we should go after bigger things? A deer, maybe?” Noah pitched the suggestion. Deer weren’t utterly difficult for himself to take down given his own size and arsenal of natural weaponry. He was larger than his mother, who was an already big eagle, the dire’s blood giving him an almost unnatural strength to his already powerful frame, lithe and fragile as it appeared.

Noah flipped the card over at her guess, revealing a seven. He wasn’t allowed to reflect on it too long, looking up at her as she went into the topic of her sewing in weaving, saying she wouldn’t say she was good at it as much as she was competent. Noah shook his head.

“I think you’re good,” he complimented, reinforcing his previous one. “I think what you’ve made looks nice… pretty.”

Elann grew shy as she commented on how he looked handsome in what he wore the day of their marriage. He smiled at her in amusement. “You think so?” he questioned. “I thought I looked… crazy. You looked better than I did.”

Noah looked down to the deck between them, noting the seven and making a gambling guess. “High,” he uttered before looking back to her.

“Maybe you should take a sewing class at the University if you don’t think you’re good enough.” He looked to her to judge her reaction.