Noah waited idly in the tent for a bell’s time, a few chimes more or less. He left the tent, stepping out to shift and then sail over to the wagon. He went into it and saw his sister’s trunk open, though she was still gone. He figured she was still bathing and didn’t question it himself, instead moving to him and Elann’s shared trunk in order to retrieve his own journal book and a few charcoal pencils. Deeper in the chest were utensils of various uses. He made sure to grab a few of them to delve readily into rekindling his artistic flame. Setting them aside he put on the clothes Aimee stored away for him and then retook up the drawing utensils and his journal before struggling his way out of the wagon again. He passed back to the tent rather quietly, not stopping to talk to anyone and no one went to stop him either.

Inside, he resettled onto the pallet on the ground and strew out his supplies before opening the book up. He started with meaningless sketches of vague treetops, his sights from earlier that day when he was hunting. He drew a hare in growing detail but that too was abandoned in favor for another memory of the day that came through his mind. Nothing was concrete or finished, each drawing taking up a little portion of one page before he moved over to a clean part. He was simply passing the time but he knew it took him a while to get into the flow of drawing in the vivid detail he sought to attain after he warmed up. In that time, Elann didn’t show in the tent. Any time the flaps moved it was the wind drawing his attention from the drawings to the tent’s entrance.

Noah let his mind be filled with her face since he longed to see it and turned to a new and clean page of the journal. He laid down onto ver his stomach, resting his head down on one hand as the other drew the startings of Elann’s face from a sideways glance. Aside from other close people in his life, Elann’s face was probably one he knew the best, having felt it with his hands and kissed it with his lips. The tiny facets from the curve of her eyelid and the shape of the bridge of her nose seen from multiple angles. He was starting on a vivid piece, something detailed and encouraged by his still remaining enchantment with the interesting aspects of her face; the eyes most of all, of which he spent the most time on.

The bells ticked by still and night was drawing on and on. Eventually he fell asleep in the middle of his unfinished drawing, only the top portions of Elann’s hair were finished and her eyes shone out with as much detail as he could put into them. The pencil was limp in his lax hand. He lay face down on the pallet, still dressed in his pants, the shirt cast off to his side careless as he acted as a bed for his various other tools. His lax hand obscured the framework of the rest of her face and the unfinished nub of a nose peeked through his spread fingers that once clutched the pencil.