Noah and Elann’s opinions differed on how small the room was. He thought it was too small for him now to reside in comfortably again. Going over to the sloping sides of the ceiling he was beginning to have to bend slightly in order to not hit his head. He’d grown a lot, he realized, since he left, and was still continuing it seemed. Despite the thoughts in mind he showed her a smile and turned to face the window again at the mention of the view. He moved off center so she could partake in the view as well if she wanted to without him hindering it.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I still like it.”

He faced her again, watching her hand as it came to his face and felt it upon his cheek. Noah leaned his shoulder into the window at her second question, holding his hands over his slanted center.

“I was tutored by my mom and sisters,” he told her. “I grew up too fast to go to school. I learned how to read and write. I can do math pretty well too.” He kind of shrugged. “Learning’s always been easy for me though, not sure why. Usually after I learn the basics of something I can teach myself for the most part, like with drawing and playing that,” he pointed to the lute. “If I get stuck I’ll find someone to help me so I can continue on my own.”

He paused a moment. “Were you taught my your mom too? Did you have a school in your village with all the moving around?” he wondered in return.