Zulrav cared little for the other gods. There was one deemed to be his lover by various cultures, Semele, the Mother of Mizahar. Semele, in many ways, was in the same position as Elann. Like Noah, Zulrav observed the world, for it was said He knew all things the wind touched. While Noah’s reach wasn’t that far, he observed the world in much the same way, not letting it impact what he did in it. Noah knew he wasn’t alone in his alignment with Zulrav either. He had met one other Stormwarden and though the other warden was much less proficient in his abilities than Noah was, the disposition they held was pretty much the same. They weren’t to be friends made in passing but they acknowledged one another as a blessed of Zulrav, siblings in a way. The other warden resided in Riverfall while Noah would reside in Zeltiva. Neither of them knew of any other wardens but there very well could’ve be some. Wardens failed to congregate like other blessed mortals. Their worship of Zulrav wasn’t as powerful even though they regarded the god as more than a mysterious being. It was much like how Kelvics failed to congregate, not even knowing they were in the presence of another Kelvic upon first glance.

Noah squeezed Elann’s hand in return, the lasting thunder that came from the cloud drifted off and Noah nodded at the words. The winds began to die down entirely, the protective barrier around the couple dispersing and rejoining the still air that started to blow the cloud front away. The blackness of the cloud shrunk and seeped back into the flow of dark grey heavenly bodies until it was no more and the great presence that Noah felt was fading as he knew his god was making his own way away.

Noah took up Elann’s frigid hands, bringing them to his lips to place a kiss on the backs of her knuckles. “Sorry that it had to be so late,” Noah apologized. “I had to wait for the peak of the clouds and the winds to beckon me.”

From their left Aimee’s near silent footsteps could be heard, her being shifting the tall grass and disturbing what loose debris lay hidden on the ground. Her furred body came around the back of Elann, the wolf curling partly around Elann’s legs, her bushy tail caressing the back of the Benshira. Her snout came up, looking between the couple as if asking if they could leave now.