Posted on December 6, 2022 at 10:45:21 PM by SIGURÐR
He listened intently as the desert beauty explained what a wife was and how it tied into her people's beliefs. Head of the household. Wives. All of the different pieces were woven into a complicated tapestry that was her people's way. It is common, for so many different beliefs to be found here on the Isles. And it was important for the Harbor King to learn of their technicalites in order to currate peace amongst their people and his own kin - as long as they were deserving of such a gift. "Thank you," he breathed as he dipped his crown "I'd be interested in learning more about your people and where you all have traveled from." he drew his glacial gaze to meet hers, and for a moment there is silence as they both absorb what was said. Then from the silence her next question bubbles up "Is Atlantis really so different from Salem?" he noticed her nervous chuckle and the refocus of her gaze elsewhere. A smile trailed his lips as the conversation turned to his birthplace - a land filled with brilliant macaws and vibrant greens, a land flowing with life. "It is..." he started in hopes that he would draw her gaze back to him "a land unlike any here on Salem or in the Nordurland. On Atlantis the jungles are lush and green, filled with the squawking of brightly colored birds and crystal clear streams. The ocean's water are turquoise and teeming with their own life... it is beautiful.." he paused as he recalled all the beauty that Atlantis held. He could not ignore the desire to share his homeland with her - to see a smile on her lips and wonder in her eyes. The desire to help her find her own beauty beneath the jungle's lush canopy. It is impossible. He warned himself. His smile faded as her next words were sharper and hastily rushed through - as if she had somewhere to be and all of this time spent here vexed her. "When I returned and found my Husband again..." Husband. Wedded. Off limits. "Queen Nyimara was kind enough to allow us use of these eastern Dunes." Immediatly his attention was drawn to the name of his modir. It had been months since he had seen her... and for the most part they had barely spoke since he was old enough to venture on his own. Kind enough. the words she spoke stuck in his mind. When had his modir ever been kind? What did she recieve from this "arrangement"? "So... Queen Nyimara just freely and kindly allowed you to stay on this side of the Dunes?" he tilted his head with a mischevious smile ghosting his lips, "I've never known my modir to do anything out of kindness or from the goodness in her heart." Everything his modir did was for herself and her own personal gain. Everything. Viking King of the Harbor Icelandic x - 14.3 hh - Stallion - Silver Grullo Sabino Chimera Björn x Nyimara |
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