While Noah may have been, Elann was not. It was likely if the horses were not tethered well, they had fled with great haste from the region. Even Elann's head would tilt to the side in reflex to the mighty noise, protecting her ears since her hands were occupied. It was the loudest thing she had ever heard in her life.

She heard Noah's translation and the God's personality was starting to make some more sense to her. In a way he was much like Noah, uncaring and all about himself in the will of what he wanted to do. 

It seemed that Elann was correct in part in her worship of Zulrav, having come to the appreciation of his power and trembling before his might. She had stopped viewing him in a bad light and she had been trying to understand the inner workings of his storms and wind. A small smile came over her face as he noted that she continue in what way she was heading. It answered her question and gave her the insight she had wanted.

"Thank you, mighty Zulrav."

The wind continued to blow around them in mighty force, but as they stopped speaking, it seemed the thunder and winds became swirling again. She could likely perceive that since Noah was like Zulrav in many ways, it was realistic then that Zulrav didn't care about even the Gods, even Yahal. Yahal was important to Elann, and she had thought the two Gods deemed it best to work together with their chosen mortals. However it seemed more likely the two of them were distant and yet brought together only because of the two before them.

Yahal cared deeply for Elann, but wouldn't always be there to protect her. Somewhere in the future he may decide to give her the means to protect herself moreso, but he was not an oppressive God. If Zulrav ended up killing Elann for whatever reason, there would not be war in the heavens, he would simply carry her soul to the green lands. It didn't mean he didn't care for her deeply, whereas Zulrav seemed keen on protecting his investment, even at the invasion of working with Yahal at times. Who knew the future of Elann and Noah, but in the end, she knew it would be something the world had not seen in a long time, if ever.

She squeezed Noah's hand and would not speak unless spoken to by the God, letting him come and go as he wishes.