Noah went through moments of wanting to speak with her and then not, mostly misguaging her own want to talk to him. The drawing of Yahal was another testing point for him. He was afraid to broach the subject of Yahal again, but knew it was something she enjoyed talking about regardless of if he agreed with the god’s ideals or not. To him, the god didn’t matter much, but she meant more than the moon and sun combined. He understood he misspoke some of his own opinions of Yahal, but it was why he was cautious in speaking by the river. It just turned into something more, which was also his fault because of how he took the answers to the questions he asked.

He didn’t like to generalize things, thus he didn’t ask what Yahal or Elann thought of him, he asked specifically what he wanted to know: if she or Yahal thought he was impure. She had said no, but he kept prodding anyway because he disagreed with her notion that purity and faithfulness took place in the wild. He conceded that in some places and in some species it seemed like the laws applied. His problem was that it wasn’t true in its entirety, yet spoken as such with confidence. He was particular and picky when it came to conversation, which explained why many didn’t engage in prolonged communication with them that weren’t already particular and specific in nature.

Outside, two of the children came up to Aimee and strode alongside  her, one of the young boys taking her hand while the girl on her side held onto the fabric of the dress near her hip. Aimee loved children much like Noah did, because they were fun and innocent, naive but not to a fault because of their age. Children were awed by the Kelvics and gave positive attention instead of misunderstanding and scorn. That wasn’t to say the Kelvics hadn’t played the receiver in scorn from children, but they were easily forgivable. Adults, however, were not.

The children were called away by the others and a game of play ensued as they began to dart in out of the moving caravans. They asked Aimee to join in but she politely refused, instead choosing to fall back from the wagons. To her surprise she saw Elann though, and she had thought the Benshira would stay sleeping through the afternoon. Aimee stood off to the side of the road and let those who were walking behind her pass by while she waited for Elann to come to her. When the Benshira did, Aimee showed her a genuine smile, baring teeth and all.

“Hello, sister dear,” she said merrily. Calling Elann ‘sister’ was something she hadn’t done before until now in all seriousness. “I like your hair... it’s nice.”

Aimee was walking backwards in front of Elann, her hands tucked behind her back as her dress flowed freely this way and that.

“Sorry I didn’t answer you last night, I was so tired I barely heard you.”