Elann could hear the rustling sound coming from behind her. It wasn't uncommon for them to make noise while each of them were sleeping on the long wagon rides. Even talking at normal levels were allowed. Sleeping in the wagon for the most part was just to pass the time, not a needed activity. For Aimee that day it was, but most days, Noah could have made a racket and not much disturbed anyone. 

In reality, the opening and closing of the trunk was somewhat muffled by the overbearing creaking of the wagon itself. Still, just that little bit extra was enough to sometimes hear if at the right moment. She heard him, but didn't look back. Her ears were attentive to hear him and at the sound of paper rustling, she figured he must have grabbed his art supplies. 

As he came closer, bearing fear and nervousness, she briefly looked toward him, seeing the shy look on his face before he even finished settling in. She refocused on the fields behind them, assuming he was going to draw something out the back.

His question came, and part of her wanted to lash out something relating to his inability to understand and would he really want her to speak on such a thing? She resisted the temptation though and had to remind herself that she loved him and he had attempted for whatever reason to come close. It in no way mended their relationship, but she considered him at least.

The please sealed the deal, him looking up at her. She bit her lip as she looked down to the ground briefly before closing her eyes.

"I have met him a few times, and each time he is different. Imagine a man who is your height, with thicker, longer curlier hair than yours, not like a woman's, but like how yours would be if you let it go wild and grow out. He seems to be like a man, physically perfect from what I can tell. There was no weakness in him as I viewed him and he was confidently a warrior. His hair is brown and his skin golden like a man kissed by the sun, yet not burnt. Two of the times he has worn pure gold, so pure it was near see through. He had it on his belt and the sandals laced up to his knees, and a large glittering gold spear, as though the gold had sand in it or something. It shimmered more than his belt or sandals. He has a gentle look, like someone who is kind, someone who cares, and he seems joyous...pure. Two of the times he wore a reddish colored tunic with a cloak, both embroidered with gold that looked like the stars were rest upon him."

She combed back her hair, looking up from where she had closed her eyes. She then looked out to the side at the passing fields.

"Upon his back are always wings that contain all colors, even ones I can't describe, but are similar to my eyes in color I guess, or to the wings on my back, though they are far from the glory he holds. Sometimes I have seen him, he is pure white, as if the sun emitted a white light like the color of snow, like this..."

She reached up to close the flap, concealing her entirely from the driver behind, and her hand crept into her dress and pulled out her mangalasutra. Upon holding it, that same pure white filled the wagon with pure white light. Silently, she slid it back in and returned the flap upward.

"His face was different each time, but he seemed handsome, strong, and capable each time I have seen him, and each time I could feel it was him more than perceive with my eyes his features."