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Journey to the East

Elann wanted attention from her husband and had no idea of his thoughts but thought along the lines of life in Zeltiva and the things he had said before. She knew he would one day broach the subject of going to the brothels and gathering places of women, likely wanting to live near his friends who had fun and did such things, but she was not in the mood to fight with him on such things. She had said her peace and he would either consider her in love, or do what he wanted to do. Them talking about the house and their lives in Zeltiva was a warm memory, and she didn't want it to turn sour. She would try to understand things from his perspective, but it would be hard.

She followed Yahal, the god of purity and faithfulness, and nothing about brothels spoke to those attributes. In fact they celebrated impurity and many sailors who would be faithful to their distant wives would be lured to courouse with said women. While Elann didn't think of her husband in doing such things - particularly since he didn't seem to have an attraction to women much (particularly her) - she didn't think he would be going to be unfaithful, merely to have fun. Still, it was a sign of her household being particularly open to said behavior, and she figured that in Zeltiva, even though it was more open and free, some people would find offense with her being a servant of Yahal and not representing purity.

That however was untrue, and as she worked it out in her mind, she knew Noah's eyes saw it as a place of enjoyment, and if she and he both were pure in Yahal's eyes, who were these people to fight them?

Her creeping hand was gently removed and in return she was poked and tickled. At first it was a light series of quiet giggles, and as he persisted at her neck, she scrunched up, batting playfully at his hand. Then he went for the ribs, her position being prime for him to just simply reach down and get them. It was then she fully laughed and squirmed under him. She flipped onto her back, but it didn't help as he persisted on her sides. It would be no wonder if the wagon in front of them or behind them could hear her giggles.

Elann curled into a ball and tightened her ribs, hands flailing to protect herself as she gasped a little for air, and it was then he attacked her ribs. Elann went silent for lack of the ability to formulate laughter because she was laughing so hard, and only because she ended up straightening her legs out and batting his hand away was she able to breathe. Assuming he was done torturing her she looked up to him with pleading eyes, begging him to stop, but they were in mirth and a wave of sleepiness overtook her as she drew very close to passing out. No doubt he himself would have been feeling extremely tingly from the feelings she gave through the bond. Slowly but surely she was able to breathe and little giggles came from her as she looked up at him, somehow having slid back to the bed in its entirety.

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Elann was different than her husband. The Mizas he saw as toys or things to stare at were the lifeblood of provision. She was raised by a merchant, a leader of his tribe, and that meant that money was constantly on her mind. Few would have been able to save what she did, short of being like Noah, but she did it and in such a short time.

He folded to her and said whatever she wanted was fine. That was the same mentality he didn't want her to have. She looked up to him and said brightly.

"I'm looking forward to seeing this home you and your sister played in regardless of what my idle thoughts have been. The farm to me isn't important. Being with you is and seeing you happy. So maybe when we get there we will find a happy middle ground where both of us are in agreement on where we should live. I am sure the home you had in mind will be nice too."

She nudged a little closer, how half on the bed, half in his lap. He was not giving her the attention she desired from him and so she inched her arms up toward his armpits to tickle him, but moved slowly so he didn't have to react quickly and hurt himself.

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It was a comfort to hear that his mother liked her, more than he knew, and it was because in her mind, Noah was the baby and they were protective of him, and she had certainly done her best to screw everything up. She wondered at how she liked her still and probably thought it was a patient acceptance only because Noah had pledged to her and must have seen something rather than her own like or dislike.

"Okay," she answered kindly and brushed his leg over where the scar once was with her hand as it moved up his crossed legs while she lazily lay there.

She expressed her desire for a home and he didn't think they could have a farm. Really just any plot of land where they could have something large enough to grow corn on would suffice, and that could be anything slightly larger than a personal garden. She would even till something like that. He shared why he wanted to stay near the city and she nodded, having heard about the parades and festivals that happened there from Aimee.

"I remember," she answered him, "If I can have more family than just you, that would make me even more happy, but you are what is most important to me."

She then scooted up a little bit on the rugs so that she could embrace his knee, using his calf as a pillow. Slowly she was inching closer and closer to him, bit by bit.

"I've never had one."

The answer was simple, but as she thought on the reasonings behind it, she took in a breath and let it out.

"We can't really grow much of anything where we lived. Only down near the river mouths or ocean can anything survive, but where I lived, we had to rely on trade and our herding of sheep and goats. I know how to herd, but I've always dreamed of a land of grass, trees, and rivers. The priests say this was me dreaming of Yahal's resting place, but I've seen it in vision, this was Zeltiva I'm sure. Such a land, beautiful and wild could likely grow anything I want to grow and not wither and die. I think I want a farm because I can. It doesn't have to be like the fields of Syliras, just something not much larger than a little herb garden, but perhaps large enough that I can grow a couple rows of corn, a couple of wheat, and just provide for us without having to rely on the markets and spending our hard earned money so much." She chuckled as he had said it was random of her. "I have thought about this a lot it seems."

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Elann didn't understand how Noah could not know his own family, but at least she felt comforted by his words. She let out a sigh of relief as she settled to lay a hand on his shin. Her chestnut hair fanned out on the blanket she lay on and she seemed to be much more at peace in the heart as he explained.

"Oh, the way you made them sound to me was violent," she grinned to him to show her silliness in thinking such, "or perhaps it was just my own fears nagging me. I'm a fairly shy person. But when I was in the swamps of Kenash, I was going to be eaten by a Dhani who called himself a River God. I fought him and didn't let my fears rule me. I think in the same way, whatever I'll face with your family, I'll handle it, but I just hope they can one day be my new family."

He could tell my her tone of voice that there was sadness in it, and in the bond. She still missed her family and had hoped this would be her new family, one she could be comfortable around. She resolved to talk to Aimee about it a little bit maybe that evening, but wasn't in a hurry. She had a couple weeks yet to find out; plus Isabella would be returning in the next week perhaps.

Noah asked about their house and her thought-filled eyes trailed up to him with a small smile.

"I'll be comfortable in a small or large house. I've never seen Zeltiva, nor lived in a house, so I'm not sure what to expect. I would be okay living in a tent outside the city if you wanted. My preference though...I've thought about it and I know I want a garden. You don't seem like the farming type, but I would love a farm. Other than that, I don't really care. I've thought about decorations and I want it to be a very comfortable home, whether it's a farm, the house you talked about, or even a room at the Inn by your tree. I just can't picture it. It's nothing like I've ever seen I imagine."

Syliras was far from Zeltiva in appearance, and was just one large stone clump of a city with little homes etched into the grey. She had never seen a city like it, as Kenash was mostly plantations (to which she didn't see) and swamp, and her homeland was mostly desert. The only buildings she knew of were the sandstone homes of Yahebah and the temple.

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Three years was a very long time for a Kelvic in years. One could only imagine how much they had changed for the better or for worse. Elann had no idea what she was getting into, and her husband's revelation didn't help much.

"I don't know what that means, but okay. Are they cruel? Verbally aggressive? Physically aggressive?"

Having a mental picture of what was in front of her could very easily prepare her for what was to come.

"Could you walk me through a day that involves you and your family? Just so I can see?"

She wondered if he could play the parts of his sisters and brothers. The thought piqued Elann's curiosity a little and she delighted in the prospect of perhaps getting to see him act it out.

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A grin came on Elann's face as he complimented her garment. She understood something then and quietly put the garment back, folding it back into its place. She then retrieved her clothing and got dressed as he took off his shirt and played with his side.

It was a relief again to feel what he felt, even if it was pain on pain, but there were other things there as well. There were curiosities and various small emotions, but as he picked at the side of his, she could feel a nagging dull ache there on her own side.

She wanted to come next to him as he looked to her again, but she was busy making up the comfortable rolls of the bed for him if he decided the subtle jarring of the wagon's frame proved to be too much eventually. Granted the pillow would help, but nothing like her bed would. Still, she understood why he wanted to sit up. Laying in bed was contrary to his true self.

"Mhmm, maybe less if you keep active, keep eating well, and don't do anything to aggravate your stitches. Just be careful and when you are walking, just be mindful of where you are stepping. It could shorten the time you have to deal with them."

She flopped down the last rug and had made the bed somewhat close to where his knees were so she could lay upon it and gaze up to him, which was where she headed and what she did when she finished.

His "hey" snagged her attention as she was laying down and gave her pause, but upon hearing the subject she continued to lay down. Elann would feel a little bit of sadness, confusion, and longing in her heart at the topic.

"I know. You've said so before," she said peaceably and let out a sigh, "What can I do?" She bit her lip at the subject. "I do want to fit in with them. I just don't know how."

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Elann was unknowing of what the two spoke about, but she could clearly see them walking and talking as they slowly ringed the wagons. As they finally made their way back, Elann had finished and was at the edge of the wagon. She helped Aimee get him in, but really since she had been using a stool system the past few days, it had made him much more self sufficient in doing so; much like the pants. Still, one fall and he was done, so both women helped get him up into the back, but mostly it was his doing, and soon, he could do so himself.

Noah's injuries were at one point the talk of the caravan and how horrible it was to happen to sweet Elann and Aimee, now it was just background noise to the loss that people would have to travel with today. As Aimee stated she was going to walk, Elann didn't want to leave Noah, particularly after their activities and especially due to his dream of her leaving him.

While she knew he could likely know the pain and fear was over, minds were never ending machinations sometimes, and could think what they wanted to think, and make you feel like they wanted you to feel. They pulled their feeling and wisdom from the heart, and she knew that despite them having relations, there was still the past between Noah and her residing in his heart.

She had forgiven him, let it go, but he sort of was keeping a tally to see if she was abusing him again, and she was none the wiser. The only thing she knew was that he wasn't sure about his forgiveness of her, so she stayed, coming to the back of the wagon with the flap down to change after Aimee hopped out. After pulling her dress off and other clothing, she went to the trunk to put new on but stopped as she pulled out her embroidered cloth.

"Did you see, I finished this?"

She had not even really displayed that she had to him because the fighting was so fresh at the time, but seeing it there, she wanted to share with him. She didn't know why she didn't before, only that it was hard to share or speak of anything around him by her own fault.

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From what little Elann had seen of her goats as animals, they grew an attraction and desire to be with the females, then the males would fight over the females, and whoever won, would have the sexual rights. Noah had won his female, but perhaps it was eagles that didn't see the unique physical features of the female that made them desirable. Perhaps it was their minds, or perhaps it was something else at play keeping him from desiring her as he had desired the flesh of his previous lover. Whatever it was, Elann translated it to a small desire for her body and self in that moment. Perhaps one day she would be let down again, but in the moment, she knew her husband.

Elann was very gentle with Noah's stitches. The last thing either of them wanted was for him to pop one and undo all the hard progress he had made. Elann, being far more thoughtful could not come to the fine point her husband had come to in the end, but it didn't mean she didn't derive great pleasure from him in her own way. Their minds were attuned in that moment of completion and she wanted nothing more than for their trip to end and to see what awaited them there in town.

His eyes came open finally to meet hers and she gently lowered onto his chest, kissing the bareness that met her and placed her hands at his sides. It was all so he could better hug her without straining his hurt shoulder too badly. She lay there for a good long while, not saying anything but more quiet mutters of her Shiber, in almost a soothing melody, and it showed how easily shiber translated from talking into song. When she was finished talking, she rested quietly, making soft circles in his skin with her fingers until their time came to pack up. Before it though, she would recognize the time was coming to a head and would help him get dressed.

"You should walk around a little while I pack everything up. I'm sure Alena or your sister are out and about playing around. You should visit them before it's time."

Dependent on what he wanted to do, she could see a change in him, and he in her. She was back to her springy, bubbly self that she had been since he met her and in their bond was a strong pull of joy. She would pack things up and get them set into the caravan before most other people and dependent on what he wanted to do, she would be seen on the back edge of the wagon with her feet hanging out by the time it was time to go.

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Her husband reminded her of the phrase in Fravata, one she actually knew fairly well, having learned it among the first words of the language she knew. Him speaking it to her only fortified her remembrance of it and particularly taught her his natural Zeltivan accent. For some reason coming from him it felt more beautiful that her own saying, but she didn't dwell on it the constant skipping of her mind.

She was taken into a single mindset by their kiss, and it plowed away all the small other inconsequential thoughts that had arisen in her over any number of things. It felt warming to feel his soft lips once more in a romantic sincere way. It didn't feel like she had to make up for anything or do anything to impress him; she could just be herself and as he deepened the kiss, sneaking his hands under her dress, and grabbing her underwear, he would feel her legs tense her kiss deepen with his, and a small involuntary whimper come from her as she felt his desire for her.

Where Noah had been the one to be coaxed into a state of pure puddle earlier, she now reveled in the feelings he sent her and he became more insistent in the removal of her items. She slid from him, just enough to take the dress, breastband, and underwear off and she came back to him as he whined in similar fashion for there rapidly approaching desires.

"Lay back," she commanded in a passionate and sultry tone, using the voice he seemed to crave in her affections just moments earlier. She would use it against him in their lovemaking this time. The removal of his pants was somewhat humorous to her, but even that wouldn't distract her from her husband, who for the first time wanted her for her mind, body, and spirit. It felt like that was the case to her. He had come to love her mind, as he had expressed, as well as her spirit in how she did things and what she willed to do with him there, and now there was a desire different in him that urged him toward her. She could only assume it was for her body, and she would soon find out as they came together in love.

He knew the spots she loved, and she him as they moved with a sense of urgency and thrill to be done before the call to pack up came. He would find something different this time as he rose to meet the occasion. She would come closer to him in body and act, as if continuing his sensual experiment with her when he told her to calm and just feel him, and as she did, she continually whispered and spoke nonstop to him in Shiber, expressing her love and desire for him. He may not have been able to understand a word as she spoke with enjoyment and passion, but he would see in her eyes the devoted nature of her words and the enjoyment and praise she gave over the two being together.

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It was highly entertaining seeing him fold under her pressure, but really she wasn't trying to be entertained. In his pleasure, she herself now was receiving pleasure. While the bond had been opened and had let through his pain, it was inconsequential to the amount of enjoyment he was getting. Ten chimes had passed before he had warned her to go. She herself was not sure how long it had been but knew it had not been more than fifteen.

Elann hummed delightedly, in a sort of bliss herself as he spoke to her in Fravata, more in response to his voice than anything else. It took her brain a moment to catch on that he wasn't talking in common anymore and when she interpreted, she grinned.

"I love you too," she replied in Shiber, sounding very shushing and calm in its soft spoken form. Fravata could sound emotional and romantic, but hers sounded intimate and smooth in a different way. It was clear that both languages had love in mind when being made, plus she could kind of tell he loved her accent. While many others had mocked her mispronunciations, he simply corrected her and enjoyed her speaking. Even still, her normal common had that hint of accent in it, but it wasn't as strong as it once was. Here, the fullness of the "el's" and "sh's" sounded softly.

He kissed her, lingering close and his eyes communicating their intent. It was in times of romance she could understand him so easily, having focused on it so much so as to please him on their wedding night. Now he looked into her eyes with that longing for her kiss. She searched him and found that with his longing, there was a kind of desire for her in it. He wasn't just wanting to kiss her because it was the right thing to do, he actually wanted her lips.

"You know..." she said lingering close to his lips with eyes closing, "It's only been fifteen chimes at most."

There was a quick lick of her lips and she connected to him, feeling a growing desire within herself for him. Her hands fell the from his hair and hugged around his shoulders in an embrace as she kissed him full.