Aimee waved Elann off dismissively. She had been sleeping off and on all that day, unable to fully wake up due to the consistent dropping of rain that would soothe her back to sleep each time she did managed to crack open her eyes. Sitting up now, she went about waking up entirely if only to engage in conversation with Elann and Noah for a little while. Today was a very lazy day for the Kelvic though the consequences of using Reimancy had long since passed into obscurity. She hadn’t taken too many chances with rekindling the wavering trust between her and the other caravan goers, keeping to herself and residing closely to Elann and her brother since she was unable to hunt given the rain.

Noah hummed at Elann calling him, peering back at her as she leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. At the question he looked back out into the rain, the drops were light but the wind was blowing in occasional gusts that would throw even him off trajectory if he wasn’t anticipating them. Given his Stormwarden capabilities, the gusts usually went in tune with him, not against him. The same couldn’t be said for his mother, he knew, but she had taught him to learn how to fly with Zulrav rather than against, making flight for him that much easier.

“Sometimes,” he answered. “It’s uncomfortable to be in it for long, it’s easier to just rest in a tree until the storm passes. The storm you got hurt in, your hands and feet, it was difficult getting to you. The wind was really strong and I almost couldn’t fly in it, but you pulled me so I had to.”

He remembered the storm which was conjured due to his heart aching sorrow, how heavy the drops were and how angry the winds whipped to convey his mood to the world, lashing out at the forest. It was the first glimpse into just how the skies would quake because of him being upset, his seemingly impossible influence over weather systems. Even though he couldn’t summon the storms himself, Zulrav would apparently move heaven and sky for him, if only to show the Warden he was appreciated when he otherwise felt as if he wasn’t.

“I had to fly above the clouds,” he revealed, perhaps giving Elann the memory of when he appeared as but a small speck against the dark grey of the clouds, sweeping down on Elann in the farm fields.

It was unknown to him if Elann knew just how much control over him she really possessed. If she pulled the reins tightly enough he’d have no choice but to oblige to her every wish and command. Her first execution of power, unknown to her probably, was when she commanded him to look at her in the hotspring, and how, despite his own unwant, he immediately set his gaze on her with no real will of his own. She had never commanded him though, and if she had, controlling him would have been several times easier. As it were, either her heart was too good and kind, or she never knew to exercise the power.