It seemed that Noah was sad in minor part. She ignored it as she kissed, not letting his emotions influence hers. He seemed more content as she did, but then it returned as she flitted away. Still, she paid it little mind and proceeded to move to the edge of the wagon with her brush and began at first to shake her hair.

Streams of grass flew into the breeze that was nipping at the back end of the wagon. She wanted to tell her husband that Zulrav was likely calling him with his winds to come and play, but then again his words of telling her that she shouldn't speak about what she didn't know came back to her mind.

Taking in a deep breath, she began to brush through her hair and remove all the small blades that got stuck in the brush. It was a long process and in the end, left her hair blade free and with a beautiful shine to it. The darkened hair seemed almost reddish in the sun and resembled what her hair looked like when it was wet in its shade of brown.

Eventually she cleaned out her brush and let loose into the grass the ball of hair, only to stand and move to the front of the wagon to replace the brush. There she grabbed her work and began to work on Aimee's rug in silence. Her hands moved rapidly and didn't seem to miss a turn. They were repetitive for the most part, but every once in a while when a pattern would change, so would her hands, folding the knots in a different way. Despite her many hours on the rug, it was hardly past the first few strands and was only half an inch thick and six feet long. It surely would take her a long time.