By the time Elann returned back to the wagon Aimee was up and active. She actually wore her own clothes that afternoon instead of Noah’s, a sheer mutlilayered dress which was more a nightgown than anything. She liked the look of it, how the purple was deep when all the layers laid atop one another but were remarkably light when a single layer was held alone. Fair lavender and deep hues occupied her being as she sat on the edge of the wagon, both of the wagon flaps open since the growing day also meant growing temperatures. She sat on the edge with one of her books in hand, looking up briefly to look at Elann when the Benshira climbed back into the wagon. Noah still lie sleep on the pallet on the floor, curled up beneath the blankets but otherwise unmoving with his bond silent in his sleeping nature.

Seeing that Elann was going to sleep as well Aimee put her book down on the bench and closed the flaps, slipping from the wagon entirely to walk and enjoy the nice weather of the day. The sun was shining particularly strong against the ground since the trees were thinning out enough to allow meadows and hills to take over the landscape. It was a sight Aimee was glad to see since it meant she was approaching home, though there was still a ways to go. As much as she was used to cloudy weather, cloudless days were some of the best in her opinion.