Noah didn’t know Elann’s skill level in comparison to what the professional clothing shops of Zeltiva produce. From what he saw of Elann, he knew he liked what she made, but he could’ve been utterly biased because it was she who made it. Arbitrarily, he could totally dislike something that was otherwise deemed beautiful simply because Elann didn’t make it. It was how his mind worked as a bondmate, unless it was corrected in the right way. Going on, Noah didn’t care for clothing much because he didn’t care to wear them. It was only by Elann’s urging that he even wore as much as shorts when walking around the camp. Then again, should it have not been for her inability to traverse the world quickly, he would’ve been in Zeltiva a week ago.

“You want to open your own shop one day?” he questioned off of Elann revealing her discomfort. That was a curiosity in his mind because Caesarion had wanted the same thing when they would’ve arrived in Riverfall.  His interest was piqued, told by the inflection in his voice.

Elann complimented him again in a way, expressing her enjoyment over him being able to fight. He thought it was a given since he was an accomplished predator. Fighting, essentially, was in his bones and feathers. What was both funny and intriguing was she thought it sexy of him being able to fight. He naturally related her thoughts to her previous statement of the men of her tribe using spears and axes. Since she did have her own desire of him to be more manlike, like the men of her people, as much was clear by now, it was easy to make the connection.

“I would be a terrible predator if I couldn’t fight,” he joked, not totally disregarding her interest in him, but moving on because the joke was the first thing that came to mind.

Inside, Noah was on the fence about divulging that it was Caesarion who introduced him to the spear, encouraging him to learn how to fight in his human form just as well as in his eagle’s form. Boxing was some extension of that but the choice to learn hand-to-hand combat was Noah’s own. Caesarion had also encouraged the use of the bow, of which Elann used now. The bow in conjunction with his Stormwarden abilities would’ve been an awesome sight according to Caesarion. It went to show many other things about Noah were still developed by Caesarion’s influence, just not the want to be a normal man.

Elann guessed low, causing Noah to reach into her space again to flip the top card. He had scored his own point with the previous card coming up as an eight but he didn’t revel in it, partly distracted because of Elann’s fluttering closeness and piquing interest in him. Flipping the card over, it came up as a thirteen, making Noah smile a little. He hummed happily and in teasing, his smile broadening a bit. 

“We say [color=00aeef]drracovata[/color] or [color=00aeef]vata[/color],” he explained, the Fratava slipping from his lips in the deeply romantic way it sounded with little effort. The r's were rolled effortlessly from the back of his throat into the a, the rest whispered breathily to denote the intent of the word. “Or, [color=00aeef]ona  toné  nu chrroso laoché[/color], ‘you make my heart burn.’” Diving from basic Common to the sensualness of Fratava’s romantics was beyond apparent, Noah’s voice even dipping deeper into a low whisper to mimic the way it was said when attempting to lure someone into another’s boudoir with sweet nothings. 

“Lower,” he guessed, knowing there was no where else for the direction to go.