It was doubtful Elann could do anything alone that would evoke the wrath of Zulrav. Unless she gravely hurt the Stormwarden in some way, Zulrav would be unprovoked. Should Noah and Elann part ways in a more or less peaceful way Elann would become nothing but a whisper to the god, his attentions residing with the interests of his Stormwarden, and if Elann was no longer an interest of Noah’s, then she was no longer an interest of the god’s.

Noah couldn’t help but smile at Elann’s fright and hesitation when she addressed Zulrav with a nod and tentative words. He smoothed his thumb over her the backs of her hands, reassuring her. After she spoke the cloud quivered again in low groans, repetitive noises that made Noah’s smile stay.

“He’s laughing at you,” Noah said, looking up at the cloud. The god drew quiet though the winds stayed near violent as they swirled around the couple. They were surrounded by them but the breezes failed to come near them. This barrier was akin to what Elann witnessed the day of the great rain storm in Syliras, how Noah came to her but upon her advance she was greeted with nothing but harsh and gusting retaliation.

“I wanted to introduce you two personally,” he went on. “Zulrav would not come to you and I knew I would have to bring you to him if you were to meet him. He watches you but doesn’t speak, He tells me what He sees and thinks of you. You both are the most important things in my life and I think it’s right for you to meet one another personally.”

The clouds buckled under the weight of Zulrav’s voice once more as the god flooded the area with great noise. This was something Noah didn’t translate, only listening and nodding as he heeded the words of his god. Afterwards, Noah looked at Elann, nodding towards the great cloud.

“He wants to know if there is anything on your mind,” he told her in translation.