Noah was ignorant to his sister’s motivations, having not had the chance to talk to her about anything. He figured she had heard parts of their conversation and drew her conclusions off of that, or Aimee was actually content with keeping her distance and engaging in more interesting folk than Noah and Elann. She could be social, this he knew. There were many ways he was like his older sister and there were many others in which he was not. Their socialness was one of those ways, but she had done little to bring him into the same likes as her. If they were together it was likely they were alone together, how Noah preferred it. Though there were times he would go out with her to give her something she enjoyed to do as well.

Elann’s voice came from behind him, the flap and unmuffled noise from outside probably serving as an alarm for her to awake. Noah sat at an angle, the profile of his being plainly able to be seen by Elann. He nodded at her words, affirming that he was working on the stormgems. He raised the largest one in his hand, the one he had brought with him to the entrance of the wagon.

“Stormgems,” he repeated before expressing it in Fratava, something that loosely meant ‘the stones that hold the storm’.

Noah looked to her then, giving her a slow lookover that told of his studying of her sleepy person. “I’m sorry if I woke you,” he said after the examination. “I can close the flap if you want to sleep more.”

He truthfully didn’t want to. Zulrav wasn’t blowing his breezes hard through the area so it was difficult enough to feel them as it were. With the flap open he could at least see a world he nearly yearned to be in by that point. The thoughts were dismissed nonetheless, one of his hands coming to tug at one of the frizzed curls atop his head. His sights refocused on Elann. Though, they had never really left, just glossed over in his brief thoughts that resided between his question and her answer.