Noah hummed as he remembered the storm. It was extremely fierce, probably akin to the storm in which he was brought into the world with. That storm he managed to conjure indirectly was the sole reason man was afraid of Zulrav from the day they emerged from their caverns deep underneath Mizahar’s surface. It was why he was who was called the One Who Hissed in the Night, the Slap of the World, and much more. Noah was honored to be his Stormwarden, knowing that the deity dubbed him worthy enough to one day wield the very storms summoned by the god was immensely humbling to the already modest Kelvic.

“Or at home,” Noah added about his mother. More than six days had passed between her departure from the caravan for Zeltiva, she should’ve been there by now. The few rains that came over the area had arrived in from the direction of Syliras, probably not reaching Noah’s mother for some time after it began to crash down on them.

Elann’s compliment made Noah nod. He knew he was a large predator, one of the largest in the sky, if not the largest. “I’m supposed to be smaller than my mother,” he informed. “The females of my species are larger than the males.”

“It’s because of our father,” Aimee added as Noah drew breath. “He’s valterrian, or dire, which means he’s much larger and stronger than normal animals of his species.”

“He’s a wolf,” Noah put in.

“He’s near the size of a bear,” Aimee continued. “It’s why me and Noah are so big, our other siblings too.”

“Momma’s normal,” Noah went again. “So I’m bigger than her.”

“You’re bigger now than when you left,” Aimee pointed out. “You were smaller than her when you went to Syliras.”

Elann asked Aimee if she dreamt when she slept, to which the Kelvic hummed spritely. “Most of the time. If I remember them, they are usually about the forest or singing. Sometimes I dreamt I was singing while I was a wolf, which is impossible, but I swear I was singing. No one can tell me any different.” She paused, shrugging. “I hardly remember my dreams though. Why do you ask?”