i've learned to love a little bit of blood in my wine Posted on July 2, 2024 at 11:11:10 PM by Carthage
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It bode well for Carthage that the stranger could hardly take his eyes from the mare he had produced. Further still, Sigurdr assured him as much by accepting her and verbally granting the position he sought. "Of course," the dark bay assented with a respectful nod at the request. "I await your summons." He lowered his head once more in a deeper, single nod this time, effectively bowing out of the conversation.
The stallion turned, his eyes now trained on Astarte. Her striking brown eyes were already on him. He couldn't tell what lay there: understanding, questions, hatred, betrayal, or acceptance. She had been taught to expect such an arrangement from birth; it made no difference now that they were on these islands so far from home. The look he gave her would be one of assurance. He would come if she needed him. He had been too far last time and would not fail a second time to protect her.
Without a backward glance, the bay's tail lashed against his hocks as he turned away. Then, Carthage promptly strode into the jungle. It was the same direction Astarte had come from, but his destination was somewhere quite different. He had Praetorian to attend to and Foxglow to reassure. They weren't going anywhere.