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The Kelvic was heated both physically and emotionally, warmed by their interactions and them getting along. It had really pained him when they were at odds with one another, either him at her or her at him. In times passed he would’ve folded far more easily than recently, but he had been pushed to the point of breakage, went to resist, and then actually broke. He was healing in all ways from the various wounds to psyche and physick, the warmth provided being a great support needed to his weakened being. He was regaining strength in both areas, attempting to reconnect with his bondmate by sharing what once brought them together in the first place and by playing on the clicking parts of their personalities.
Noah smiled at Elann’s giggle, his hand slowing briefly as his eyes flicked down to the card that had yet to be turned off as Elann rattled off the immediate concerns to be addressed before she started volunteering anywhere. A chuckle came out of him as she pointed out her adopting all the children would drive him crazy, and it would, so he nodded and hummed to affirm it. Noah did like children, easily syncing with their already innocent and naive personalities because he was both of those as well to a point, but they were overwhelming en masse.
“I don’t think it’ll be hard to get my courier job back there,” he went. “My boss in Syliras gave me a letter to give to the boss there, so I think it will be easy for me to have my job back... unless I want to do something else.” He shrugged, humming to say he didn’t know yet.
Her question came to bring out a third hum from him, this one in thought as he considered his other hobbies. It was probably already a given he would spend a fair bit of time outside regardless of where they ended up setting up their home. As for hobbies, the only things coming to his mind then were hunting and now drawing again.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I want to keep boxing and I wanted to learn how to use the spear again. I was trying to do that before I got hurt last time. When I ran I had to leave my spear in the forest, the same with all the clothes I wore that day.” He paused, thinking about Devi and how she didn’t know of his Kelvic nature until he revisited her an entire season later, thanking her for taking care of him and warding off what was certain death for the then little eagle.
“I’ll keep drawing, so I’ll need to buy another book of paper and more charcoal pencils,” he added, looking down as Elann flipped the card only to look at him, perplexed.
“Put the card back into the deck randomly and draw again,” he instructed softly since he was so close to her ear anyway, this was more breathy and patient, though inside he was eager to see what the next card held.
“Do you still want to work in a weaver’s shop?” he asked. “There are actual clothing stores in West Street and the Market District, you could work at one of those maybe?”
Noah smiled at Elann’s giggle, his hand slowing briefly as his eyes flicked down to the card that had yet to be turned off as Elann rattled off the immediate concerns to be addressed before she started volunteering anywhere. A chuckle came out of him as she pointed out her adopting all the children would drive him crazy, and it would, so he nodded and hummed to affirm it. Noah did like children, easily syncing with their already innocent and naive personalities because he was both of those as well to a point, but they were overwhelming en masse.
“I don’t think it’ll be hard to get my courier job back there,” he went. “My boss in Syliras gave me a letter to give to the boss there, so I think it will be easy for me to have my job back... unless I want to do something else.” He shrugged, humming to say he didn’t know yet.
Her question came to bring out a third hum from him, this one in thought as he considered his other hobbies. It was probably already a given he would spend a fair bit of time outside regardless of where they ended up setting up their home. As for hobbies, the only things coming to his mind then were hunting and now drawing again.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I want to keep boxing and I wanted to learn how to use the spear again. I was trying to do that before I got hurt last time. When I ran I had to leave my spear in the forest, the same with all the clothes I wore that day.” He paused, thinking about Devi and how she didn’t know of his Kelvic nature until he revisited her an entire season later, thanking her for taking care of him and warding off what was certain death for the then little eagle.
“I’ll keep drawing, so I’ll need to buy another book of paper and more charcoal pencils,” he added, looking down as Elann flipped the card only to look at him, perplexed.
“Put the card back into the deck randomly and draw again,” he instructed softly since he was so close to her ear anyway, this was more breathy and patient, though inside he was eager to see what the next card held.
“Do you still want to work in a weaver’s shop?” he asked. “There are actual clothing stores in West Street and the Market District, you could work at one of those maybe?”
Though Noah was confused for the motivation of her kisses he was a participant in making them as sensual and short as they were. The kiss broke, him giving her the look of misunderstanding and her explaining the reasoning behind her actions to him. “Oh,” he said softly, growing warm as he understood it. The next kiss was just as engaged as the others before she pulled back again to turn and reach for the deck of cards. Noah remembered the last card was a six, he had guessed low, and this next one came up as a five, invoking a glare from Elann to him as he scored another point.
“I told you you were going to lose,” he reiterated.
Noah leaned towards her in their closeness, resting his shoulder against hers, his head peaking just slightly over hers as he looked down at the deck in her hands. He reached over into her space as she kissed his jawline and neck. The peckings made him smile because her light kisses tickled across the sensitive skin of his neck and it felt odd to be kissed on the scruff of his chin.
He flipped the card over to reveal a two, granting Elann a point. “Higher,” he guessed in return, naturally believing it wouldn’t be an ace.
The hand situated behind her reached up to course through the strands of her hair, the fingers parting enough to nearly reach her scalp beneath it all. In their closeness still, he rested his head against hers lightly, enjoying the touch they were sharing and the affections she was giving him, and him her. Like she had kissed his jawline, he turned and kissed the apple of her cheek, a simple peck before resetting his head against hers as he waited for her to flip the next card and hopefully grant him another point in the game. Ultimately the game didn’t matter but he was naturally competitive, striving to outdo other players regardless of the game or the seriousness of it.
“Do you think you’ll volunteer at the orphanage in Zeltiva?” he asked, wondering if she would befriend the caretakers there like she had befriended Aenysa before in Syliras.
“I told you you were going to lose,” he reiterated.
Noah leaned towards her in their closeness, resting his shoulder against hers, his head peaking just slightly over hers as he looked down at the deck in her hands. He reached over into her space as she kissed his jawline and neck. The peckings made him smile because her light kisses tickled across the sensitive skin of his neck and it felt odd to be kissed on the scruff of his chin.
He flipped the card over to reveal a two, granting Elann a point. “Higher,” he guessed in return, naturally believing it wouldn’t be an ace.
The hand situated behind her reached up to course through the strands of her hair, the fingers parting enough to nearly reach her scalp beneath it all. In their closeness still, he rested his head against hers lightly, enjoying the touch they were sharing and the affections she was giving him, and him her. Like she had kissed his jawline, he turned and kissed the apple of her cheek, a simple peck before resetting his head against hers as he waited for her to flip the next card and hopefully grant him another point in the game. Ultimately the game didn’t matter but he was naturally competitive, striving to outdo other players regardless of the game or the seriousness of it.
“Do you think you’ll volunteer at the orphanage in Zeltiva?” he asked, wondering if she would befriend the caretakers there like she had befriended Aenysa before in Syliras.
“No, I’ll try it,” he reasserted.
The possibility of a sponge bath being given to him was enticing as well, though it reminded him of his last state of handicappedness, how Elann had to clean him because he almost couldn’t do it himself, not really wanting to because of how low he had stooped mood wise. The injury, while it had been healed by Devi’s intervention, would’ve killed him simply because he was already so far done with life after Caesarion broke their bond. It must’ve been utterly taxing on Elann to take care of him and herself while working. In the beginning of that part of their relationship he had started to loathe her coming over because she would coax him into doing things he didn’t want to do. Towards the end, however, her appearance was a soft light to the shroud of darkness around him in his apartment whenever she was away.
He put out his guess, looking down to the deck to watch her flip the card but the flip never came. Instead, her whole being moved towards him, moving out over the game between them to come to him. He looked up to her curiously, taking her into his lap as she straddled over him, engulfing him in her sensuality.
Looking at her, he wasn’t all too taken aback by her display of affection, feeling her piquing desire in their bond. What was surprising was how she said his name, adding his surname into the bit. Now that he thought about it though, he wasn’t sure if Elann knew his full name. He remembered the fullness of hers, unsure if it still applied to her given she was no longer of her father’s tribe. Technically she had his surname as well, though he had not called her by it.
“I love you too,” he replied, the words coming out of his mouth before he was kissed by her.
He had wrapped his arms around her once she took her place atop him, holding her all the more as she pressed herself into him. When they parted he gave her a look of subtle quizzicality, as if quietly questioning her displays of affection. His eyes searched her face for an answer, spoken or not.
The possibility of a sponge bath being given to him was enticing as well, though it reminded him of his last state of handicappedness, how Elann had to clean him because he almost couldn’t do it himself, not really wanting to because of how low he had stooped mood wise. The injury, while it had been healed by Devi’s intervention, would’ve killed him simply because he was already so far done with life after Caesarion broke their bond. It must’ve been utterly taxing on Elann to take care of him and herself while working. In the beginning of that part of their relationship he had started to loathe her coming over because she would coax him into doing things he didn’t want to do. Towards the end, however, her appearance was a soft light to the shroud of darkness around him in his apartment whenever she was away.
He put out his guess, looking down to the deck to watch her flip the card but the flip never came. Instead, her whole being moved towards him, moving out over the game between them to come to him. He looked up to her curiously, taking her into his lap as she straddled over him, engulfing him in her sensuality.
Looking at her, he wasn’t all too taken aback by her display of affection, feeling her piquing desire in their bond. What was surprising was how she said his name, adding his surname into the bit. Now that he thought about it though, he wasn’t sure if Elann knew his full name. He remembered the fullness of hers, unsure if it still applied to her given she was no longer of her father’s tribe. Technically she had his surname as well, though he had not called her by it.
“I love you too,” he replied, the words coming out of his mouth before he was kissed by her.
He had wrapped his arms around her once she took her place atop him, holding her all the more as she pressed herself into him. When they parted he gave her a look of subtle quizzicality, as if quietly questioning her displays of affection. His eyes searched her face for an answer, spoken or not.
In his own lightness of mood, Noah had felt Elann emitting the pressure of fear and her other conflicted feelings down the length of their bond. When they were lifted he was relieved inwardly, making it easier for him to laugh out loud at her jab at herself.
He looked around the tent as she called it homeless as well. It was bigger than most of the small ones he had seen and thus resembled the closest thing to a home a camper could get. In his time over Syliras Noah had encountered a great variety of people who camped out in the Bronze Woods, even hunting with one of them though they never knew of his Kelvic nature, thinking him an eagle simply sharing a downed deer with them. Noah derived joy out of the deceit of others, though it was innocently had. He hid his true nature in order to observe the human nature upclose, especially if they were walking in his world with no fear.
“That’s a long walk...” he trailed uncertainly. It would be uncomfortable for him to saunter that far out but the promise of cleanliness was tantalizing. “I’ll try to go that far.” He would make an attempt because he wanted to get clean and because he was hoping it would help him heal. Atop that, the regaining of self-sufficiency was imperative to him.
“You’re going to lose,” he shot back after the ten was revealed, granting him a point.
Noah’s words, though they were said because they were the truth of his mind, seemed to hold some part of Elann as she went to tell him she enjoyed his compliments. He smiled softly at her, glad that she was appreciative of his words. He recalled her telling him people normally complimented their significant others, it was another of her coaching sessions of trying to form him to be human. He kept the lesson in mind but didn’t act on it, also sticking to his own belief that said words meant a great deal when spoken, they harbored the truth. A part of him felt as if consistently complimenting Elann would cheapen the value of his words, as if they were spoken to the point of non-meaning.
What Elann recited about what others insulted her with made him feel guilty for it though, made him feel as if he should be attempting to bridge the gap between compliments and insults inflicted over her life. She didn’t seem bothered by them but he was, the darkness of his brows furrowing in miffedness.
“They’re petch heads,” he said, annoyed.
Noah flipped over the card, revealing a six. He couldn’t revel in the minor victory though, his mind still on the various insults. “Your voice isn’t like a whiny dog, it’s nice. I’ve never seen a camel but your hair is better than that, I like it, and your chest is fine,” he said, eyes flickering down to look over her breasts quickly. “They’re liars, too.”
“I guess lower.”
He looked around the tent as she called it homeless as well. It was bigger than most of the small ones he had seen and thus resembled the closest thing to a home a camper could get. In his time over Syliras Noah had encountered a great variety of people who camped out in the Bronze Woods, even hunting with one of them though they never knew of his Kelvic nature, thinking him an eagle simply sharing a downed deer with them. Noah derived joy out of the deceit of others, though it was innocently had. He hid his true nature in order to observe the human nature upclose, especially if they were walking in his world with no fear.
“That’s a long walk...” he trailed uncertainly. It would be uncomfortable for him to saunter that far out but the promise of cleanliness was tantalizing. “I’ll try to go that far.” He would make an attempt because he wanted to get clean and because he was hoping it would help him heal. Atop that, the regaining of self-sufficiency was imperative to him.
“You’re going to lose,” he shot back after the ten was revealed, granting him a point.
Noah’s words, though they were said because they were the truth of his mind, seemed to hold some part of Elann as she went to tell him she enjoyed his compliments. He smiled softly at her, glad that she was appreciative of his words. He recalled her telling him people normally complimented their significant others, it was another of her coaching sessions of trying to form him to be human. He kept the lesson in mind but didn’t act on it, also sticking to his own belief that said words meant a great deal when spoken, they harbored the truth. A part of him felt as if consistently complimenting Elann would cheapen the value of his words, as if they were spoken to the point of non-meaning.
What Elann recited about what others insulted her with made him feel guilty for it though, made him feel as if he should be attempting to bridge the gap between compliments and insults inflicted over her life. She didn’t seem bothered by them but he was, the darkness of his brows furrowing in miffedness.
“They’re petch heads,” he said, annoyed.
Noah flipped over the card, revealing a six. He couldn’t revel in the minor victory though, his mind still on the various insults. “Your voice isn’t like a whiny dog, it’s nice. I’ve never seen a camel but your hair is better than that, I like it, and your chest is fine,” he said, eyes flickering down to look over her breasts quickly. “They’re liars, too.”
“I guess lower.”
Elann apologized for yanking on the bond as hard as she did in her fright. He shrugged, denoting it was alright, over and done with. Usually Noah wouldn’t be affected by a failed hunt or even having his life put into that much danger, passing it off as his world working how it worked, he was but a small part in the grander circle. However, Elann was involved and he knew she was a foreigner to his lands, thus he saw her as an innocent caught in the crossfire of the wilds’ war. He was beyond thankful for Yahal in that moment for saving his bondmate though he did not pray or speak of it otherwise. His own guilt was too loud to allow him to see Yahal as the saving grace there.
It was encouraging to hear she did enjoy hunting with him, even going as far as calling it one of her favorite things to do. He was glad being out in the wilderness the few times they did go with the intention of bringing back gameleft a big enough imprint on Elann, dispelling his assumptions of her not enjoying his world as much as he did.
“A walk sounds fine,” he agreed. So long as hunting with her had a glimmer of hope to still happen Noah was satisfied. Like Elann, he wanted something akin to the tale of Lanna and his own mother’s bonding, both hunters with a mighty prowess. He didn’t expect them to travel the world as Lanna and Isabella did, though he would like that as well.
Elann grew shy then, talking about their wedding night and the first night they did lay with one another as man and wife, in the way Elann wished it. It was because of love why Noah dressed in what he deemed as a ridiculous outfit at the behest of his mother to fit the traditions of their western weddings. If Elann had not been so dead set on them getting married to cement their relationship legally and publicly, he would have stood beside his own argument of keeping it private and secure in their own minds because it was deeply personal. Since she wasn’t discounting their bond in favor of her own silly display he went along with it, grateful for Elann’s happiness in the end.
Noah watched her face tinge with pink as she said seeing him dressed in that crazy outfit actually made her crazy, but in a way he was coming to better understand. What she said next turned his face of subtle curiosity into one of joy as he laughed aloud at her self-deprecation.
“We are homeless,” he reminded of the technicality. “I look worse than you.” He brought his hand to his face, scratching at it and the hair his chin and upper lip. “I want to shave so bad. You smell better than I do too. I just want a bath.”
Over the past few days, especially recently, Noah’s mood had been dragged down by waking up and realizing how dirty he was. It had been some time since his last bath and the heat of the day and warm nights bundled up with Elann, he only seemingly got worse. When they could some of the other travelers went to bathe in the river that was a mile or so away, give or take the road’s distance that didn’t vary too much day in and out. Noah hadn’t been among them and desperately he wished to cleanse himself.
He flipped over the card at her behest, revealing another eleven. “You’re going to guess all the high cards,” he feigned a whine, pulling his hand back from the deck.
“I guess low, and you looked better than the brides of Syliras. You’re a homeless bride,” he joked.
It was encouraging to hear she did enjoy hunting with him, even going as far as calling it one of her favorite things to do. He was glad being out in the wilderness the few times they did go with the intention of bringing back gameleft a big enough imprint on Elann, dispelling his assumptions of her not enjoying his world as much as he did.
“A walk sounds fine,” he agreed. So long as hunting with her had a glimmer of hope to still happen Noah was satisfied. Like Elann, he wanted something akin to the tale of Lanna and his own mother’s bonding, both hunters with a mighty prowess. He didn’t expect them to travel the world as Lanna and Isabella did, though he would like that as well.
Elann grew shy then, talking about their wedding night and the first night they did lay with one another as man and wife, in the way Elann wished it. It was because of love why Noah dressed in what he deemed as a ridiculous outfit at the behest of his mother to fit the traditions of their western weddings. If Elann had not been so dead set on them getting married to cement their relationship legally and publicly, he would have stood beside his own argument of keeping it private and secure in their own minds because it was deeply personal. Since she wasn’t discounting their bond in favor of her own silly display he went along with it, grateful for Elann’s happiness in the end.
Noah watched her face tinge with pink as she said seeing him dressed in that crazy outfit actually made her crazy, but in a way he was coming to better understand. What she said next turned his face of subtle curiosity into one of joy as he laughed aloud at her self-deprecation.
“We are homeless,” he reminded of the technicality. “I look worse than you.” He brought his hand to his face, scratching at it and the hair his chin and upper lip. “I want to shave so bad. You smell better than I do too. I just want a bath.”
Over the past few days, especially recently, Noah’s mood had been dragged down by waking up and realizing how dirty he was. It had been some time since his last bath and the heat of the day and warm nights bundled up with Elann, he only seemingly got worse. When they could some of the other travelers went to bathe in the river that was a mile or so away, give or take the road’s distance that didn’t vary too much day in and out. Noah hadn’t been among them and desperately he wished to cleanse himself.
He flipped over the card at her behest, revealing another eleven. “You’re going to guess all the high cards,” he feigned a whine, pulling his hand back from the deck.
“I guess low, and you looked better than the brides of Syliras. You’re a homeless bride,” he joked.
Noah’s gaze settled on her all the more, sensing the hesitation in her voice and frame, the smallest quiver in the otherwise smooth way she talked - regardless of the accent - being noted. There was a pause in her words then the recounting of what happened during their last hunt; how she was attacked by the bear, how Yahal saved her from it and then saved her from Oriana, the goddess of the bears, then how she was helpless in his defense just as he was helpless in hers. The feeling was mutual and strong, perhaps deeper than Elann’s own because there was a sense of failure in him for not taking care of himself enough to defend her, bear or not. If it meant she’d live, he’d die for her.
“We don’t have to go hunting,” he said, making it more affirmative than for the moment. “That’s how it is though. That’s how it feels to be hunted and it’s what I felt about the falcon.” Noah shrugged, discounting it all as a part of his world. “You saw one of the goddesses of nature. I think Aimee knows her name, I don’t, but she protects the bears.” He was religious enough to understand how important Zulrav and Yahal were to their blessed in that moment of the attack, how both of the deities saved their chosen from certain death, and how Yahal protected Elann from Oriana’s ugly wrath.
“I’m afraid all the time,” he said, giving Elann something to confide in. “I’m afraid that I’ll miss my catch, I’ll fall and then I’ll break my wing or something, then I’ll be stuck and I would die. I’m not afraid of dying though, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see you anymore and you’ll be hurt because I died, because I may have made a mistake, like I did then, going into that falcon’s territory.”
He paused as well, taking a breath. “I made a mistake when I went away from you then. I wanted to get into a better place to fish from the river but I couldn’t see you under the trees. I didn’t think anything of it until you got scared and then the falcon came. I was trying to get to you as fast as I could and you pulled me so hard...” He put his hand over the center of his chest. “It hurt.”
The memory was a painful one for Noah to recount because of how personal he took the entire situation, placing himself at fault for a great deal of it. Noah knew he was capable of fighting beasts greater than himself, doing so against a dire lynx to save two women outside of Syliras two years prior. The lynx wasn’t that far off from a bear giving it’s dire status, it made him believe he could’ve distracted the bear long enough for Elann to get away.
“I did look crazy,” he urged. “You were attracted to me in those poofy pants and frilly neck thing?” Noah brought his hands up to his neck, splaying out his fingers and opening his palms wide to imitate the frill he wore on their wedding day. “It was so silly!”
He looked down at her hand, watching her fuss with the card before she prompted him again. He nodded, looking back at her. “Your hair looked really nice and the dress you wore, I liked it. I liked your... your... veil too.” He brought his hands up again, wooshing them back over his head slowly to act out the red veil she wore.
“Liam helped pick that,” he said, pointing to the mangala sutra over her neck. “Well, he picked out really big and fancy ones. I could afford them, but I liked that one the most. I didn’t want it to be... brighter than you.” He licked his lips, eyeing the piece around her neck, the two coin sized balls of gold hanging at the end as the charm. His lips spread into a soft smile then as he met her gaze again.
“You can ask Aimee,” he went on about the classes. “I didn’t see any of them unless they were outside on the nice days.”
Noah hadn’t noticed the card being flipped over, having been eyeing Elann’s necklace and then her. He had even missed her scowl entirely, entranced by the necklace in that moment. He looked down then, tsking his tongue in mild annoyance. He brought his hand over the deck, pulling at the next card before looking at her.
“High or low?”
“We don’t have to go hunting,” he said, making it more affirmative than for the moment. “That’s how it is though. That’s how it feels to be hunted and it’s what I felt about the falcon.” Noah shrugged, discounting it all as a part of his world. “You saw one of the goddesses of nature. I think Aimee knows her name, I don’t, but she protects the bears.” He was religious enough to understand how important Zulrav and Yahal were to their blessed in that moment of the attack, how both of the deities saved their chosen from certain death, and how Yahal protected Elann from Oriana’s ugly wrath.
“I’m afraid all the time,” he said, giving Elann something to confide in. “I’m afraid that I’ll miss my catch, I’ll fall and then I’ll break my wing or something, then I’ll be stuck and I would die. I’m not afraid of dying though, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see you anymore and you’ll be hurt because I died, because I may have made a mistake, like I did then, going into that falcon’s territory.”
He paused as well, taking a breath. “I made a mistake when I went away from you then. I wanted to get into a better place to fish from the river but I couldn’t see you under the trees. I didn’t think anything of it until you got scared and then the falcon came. I was trying to get to you as fast as I could and you pulled me so hard...” He put his hand over the center of his chest. “It hurt.”
The memory was a painful one for Noah to recount because of how personal he took the entire situation, placing himself at fault for a great deal of it. Noah knew he was capable of fighting beasts greater than himself, doing so against a dire lynx to save two women outside of Syliras two years prior. The lynx wasn’t that far off from a bear giving it’s dire status, it made him believe he could’ve distracted the bear long enough for Elann to get away.
“I did look crazy,” he urged. “You were attracted to me in those poofy pants and frilly neck thing?” Noah brought his hands up to his neck, splaying out his fingers and opening his palms wide to imitate the frill he wore on their wedding day. “It was so silly!”
He looked down at her hand, watching her fuss with the card before she prompted him again. He nodded, looking back at her. “Your hair looked really nice and the dress you wore, I liked it. I liked your... your... veil too.” He brought his hands up again, wooshing them back over his head slowly to act out the red veil she wore.
“Liam helped pick that,” he said, pointing to the mangala sutra over her neck. “Well, he picked out really big and fancy ones. I could afford them, but I liked that one the most. I didn’t want it to be... brighter than you.” He licked his lips, eyeing the piece around her neck, the two coin sized balls of gold hanging at the end as the charm. His lips spread into a soft smile then as he met her gaze again.
“You can ask Aimee,” he went on about the classes. “I didn’t see any of them unless they were outside on the nice days.”
Noah hadn’t noticed the card being flipped over, having been eyeing Elann’s necklace and then her. He had even missed her scowl entirely, entranced by the necklace in that moment. He looked down then, tsking his tongue in mild annoyance. He brought his hand over the deck, pulling at the next card before looking at her.
“High or low?”
“That makes sense,” he said, speaking simply. “You use a bow now, you’re more accurate… deadlier too though.”
There was fear in Noah that one day during their hunting she would accidentally shoot him, especially considering it was agile prey they were often after. He trusted her not to but mistakes happened, and he was already cautious enough with her considering he didn’t tend to strike down from above until Elann had her own shot at whatever they were pursuing, a strategy he would stick to.
“Maybe, when I’m better, we should go after bigger things? A deer, maybe?” Noah pitched the suggestion. Deer weren’t utterly difficult for himself to take down given his own size and arsenal of natural weaponry. He was larger than his mother, who was an already big eagle, the dire’s blood giving him an almost unnatural strength to his already powerful frame, lithe and fragile as it appeared.
Noah flipped the card over at her guess, revealing a seven. He wasn’t allowed to reflect on it too long, looking up at her as she went into the topic of her sewing in weaving, saying she wouldn’t say she was good at it as much as she was competent. Noah shook his head.
“I think you’re good,” he complimented, reinforcing his previous one. “I think what you’ve made looks nice… pretty.”
Elann grew shy as she commented on how he looked handsome in what he wore the day of their marriage. He smiled at her in amusement. “You think so?” he questioned. “I thought I looked… crazy. You looked better than I did.”
Noah looked down to the deck between them, noting the seven and making a gambling guess. “High,” he uttered before looking back to her.
“Maybe you should take a sewing class at the University if you don’t think you’re good enough.” He looked to her to judge her reaction.
There was fear in Noah that one day during their hunting she would accidentally shoot him, especially considering it was agile prey they were often after. He trusted her not to but mistakes happened, and he was already cautious enough with her considering he didn’t tend to strike down from above until Elann had her own shot at whatever they were pursuing, a strategy he would stick to.
“Maybe, when I’m better, we should go after bigger things? A deer, maybe?” Noah pitched the suggestion. Deer weren’t utterly difficult for himself to take down given his own size and arsenal of natural weaponry. He was larger than his mother, who was an already big eagle, the dire’s blood giving him an almost unnatural strength to his already powerful frame, lithe and fragile as it appeared.
Noah flipped the card over at her guess, revealing a seven. He wasn’t allowed to reflect on it too long, looking up at her as she went into the topic of her sewing in weaving, saying she wouldn’t say she was good at it as much as she was competent. Noah shook his head.
“I think you’re good,” he complimented, reinforcing his previous one. “I think what you’ve made looks nice… pretty.”
Elann grew shy as she commented on how he looked handsome in what he wore the day of their marriage. He smiled at her in amusement. “You think so?” he questioned. “I thought I looked… crazy. You looked better than I did.”
Noah looked down to the deck between them, noting the seven and making a gambling guess. “High,” he uttered before looking back to her.
“Maybe you should take a sewing class at the University if you don’t think you’re good enough.” He looked to her to judge her reaction.
Elann was the only one thus far who had problems with the way Noah communicated, no one else being one to pressure the Kelvic to speak more than the little things he did say. There were few people still whom he communicated on this level with, and he was perfectly fine with that. Elann’s distress over the situation was still relatively unknown to Noah, he thought he was making the change, albeit slowly and not at the pace she probably wished of him. It was a lot to ask of him so quickly after years of being one way, hopefully she would come to realize that, if she had not already.
“Did you hit the lions?” he asked. “I remember you missed the hare we were after in the field. Do you?”
Noah looked down at the card as she flipped it, the flickering and thick paper smacking to reveal the number four, of which she accused him of cheating. Noah smiled and shook his head, drumming his index finger over the four and the thirteen beneath.
“You cheated on the last one,” he accused.
Noah moved his hand over the deck and pulled at the next card, peering to Elann across from him. “High or low?” he prompted before flowing into the next bit of conversation.
“Do you like sewing a lot, or do you do it because you’re good at it?”
“Did you hit the lions?” he asked. “I remember you missed the hare we were after in the field. Do you?”
Noah looked down at the card as she flipped it, the flickering and thick paper smacking to reveal the number four, of which she accused him of cheating. Noah smiled and shook his head, drumming his index finger over the four and the thirteen beneath.
“You cheated on the last one,” he accused.
Noah moved his hand over the deck and pulled at the next card, peering to Elann across from him. “High or low?” he prompted before flowing into the next bit of conversation.
“Do you like sewing a lot, or do you do it because you’re good at it?”
Noah thought Elann bold to think the card would be higher since it was already high enough in the double digits. While it would be unlikely she would get the round’s point, he didn’t rule it out entirely, knowing how Aimee trumped him with her unlikely gamble. He hoped it didn’t happen again, being rather competitive, especially against his siblings.
He flipped the card, eyeing it was it flipped up at thirteen. Noah huffed a breath of laughter, smirking and looking to Elann as if to say she was lucky. He withdrew his hand from the deck to allow her own to hover over it for his guess. Since it was the highest card, his first inclination was to guess lower, but he waited a moment, looking to Elann across from him.
“You used a slingshot when we first hunted,” he recalled. “I remember you telling me about how you would watch the herds, but you didn’t say you did so all night. Were you still doing that before you had to leave?”
Noah stewed on people's words a lot when they were spoken. He wasn’t accustomed to engaging in the lengthy and involved conversations she wished for him to. He was more one to enjoy the companionship they brought one another, quietly. He couldn’t forget the day she fussed at him though, regardless of how many apologies she gave him for it, it was a lesson learned and he was doing his best to adapt to it, speaking and continuing conversations to the best of his ability. She knew he thought of things though, considering his words before speaking them to make the most of those, the little bit he did say. Oft times he would draw quiet and bring the conversation up hours later, stewing on it for that long of time before feeling as if he could carry it for a while longer.
“Lower,” he said, nodding to the cards.
He flipped the card, eyeing it was it flipped up at thirteen. Noah huffed a breath of laughter, smirking and looking to Elann as if to say she was lucky. He withdrew his hand from the deck to allow her own to hover over it for his guess. Since it was the highest card, his first inclination was to guess lower, but he waited a moment, looking to Elann across from him.
“You used a slingshot when we first hunted,” he recalled. “I remember you telling me about how you would watch the herds, but you didn’t say you did so all night. Were you still doing that before you had to leave?”
Noah stewed on people's words a lot when they were spoken. He wasn’t accustomed to engaging in the lengthy and involved conversations she wished for him to. He was more one to enjoy the companionship they brought one another, quietly. He couldn’t forget the day she fussed at him though, regardless of how many apologies she gave him for it, it was a lesson learned and he was doing his best to adapt to it, speaking and continuing conversations to the best of his ability. She knew he thought of things though, considering his words before speaking them to make the most of those, the little bit he did say. Oft times he would draw quiet and bring the conversation up hours later, stewing on it for that long of time before feeling as if he could carry it for a while longer.
“Lower,” he said, nodding to the cards.
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