Again silence between the children reigned. However, their wildness was part of their character. The fear was easily dismissed to retort the strong Leader warning them. Being that impulsive one was who spoke first.
“Why am I to be rembered as pathetic?! That’s not the truth! I am not pathetic!!”
“That’s right! We won’t be lost defeated! We aren’t pathetic!”
“So you call a liar again... You’re not pathetic but brainless, Ivahr.”
“Tsk! You cursed Myrkzver!!” — Walking back to retrieve his axe, Ivahr wished revenge against the indifferent Archduke. Committing yet another mistake.
“Are you sure you want to try?”
"...–"
Aslak’s soft smile was ominous.
The steps of the child halted at the serenity he portrayed in his body, loosely holding the long blade that now seed more deathly in his possession. Yet it was the conviction of the eyes that apparently watched him that caused dread within the youth.
His eyes were ones that had never intended on holding doubt at the ti to kill. And in the deep of his gems, Ivahr witnessed the grueso death he was to et if another step was given.
“As I said... Ivahr... you are damned lucky... See the woman over there? She’s who keeps you alive right now.” — Lowering to et the eyes of the child upfront, Aslak said and continued. — “Be clever. Your life should have ended the first ti... but... I like your persistence.”
The harshness of his eyes softened as he noticed that even with himself in front, the axe had not been dropped by Ivahr’s hand. And as glad as he was that unconsciously the child had listened, his hand pressed and pushed the head of the child in a pleased mood.
“You’ll need that out there. Keep it and co back with honour when it’s your turn. You can try again then.”
Turning his back on the children, Aslak moved back to stand before the entertained n that had started to glance at the quiet woman he had brought.
A quick inspection of her deanour was done by his eye before eting the hazel orbs under her soft lashes.
Humbly yet distinguishable in her stance, Ewelina stood, heeding his orders gently even when feeling uncomfortable in clothes she did not accustom to.
The woman had been attentively following her husband with a discreet gaze. And at this ti, once their eyes t, surprise was portrayed by their shine for they had left her Husband recently, solely to observe with fondness the wild children. That, even when brutish in attitude, the small bodies still contained the innocence youth should hold.
She observed him co back to stand a few steps before her, where he had stood before going to the children.
Only once his back was to face her, did the link of their gazes break. Along the voices of the n that went silent as the Archduke called their attention.
“Shut your mouths now.” — With a flaring glare, he comnced. — “I’ve news to give since the old Otrur couldn’t bother.”
“HaHa. That’s right. Old Trur made Myrkzver co down in vain.” — Hrom comnted with failed murmurs to the n.
“What is it?... Is it ti you leave? Are we finally getting rid of your head, Aslak?”
The man who ignored the noticeable buzz stepped forward. Staring with malicious intent at the Archduke as nacing pace comnced to gallivant around him in a wish to start the chaos he found amazent in.
“... Go back, Yngve.”
“Why? You have a nice blade there. I’m sure you rember. ‘If your hand holds a weapon in my presence then soone’s blood should fall’... I’ve told you many tis, cocky rotter.” — Pacing in thrill the savage ca to stand before Aslak. Staring directly into his hues with a disturbing thirst for a grueso encounter.
“And how many tis do you think I listened?” — Unfazed, he responded. Listless to the threatening energy of Yngve. — “Go back. I’ve no ti for you.”
“Ti is all you have. Raise the weapon, Myrkzver.”
“... You have no weapon though?”
“You laugh? I always–... Hrom... Piece of grease!”
“HaHaHa! Your talking is boring, Yngve!!... Leave Myrkzver alone.”
Glaring at the wide and playful savage behind him, playing with the axe he had stealthily stolen from his belts, Yngve gritted his teeth in rage. Furthermore, at the sneering from Sortnafeigr’s owner, who had observed the steal of his weapon pleased... Since the crafter had moved accordingly to free him from the reckless troublemaker inciting violence in his hand.
“That’s right, Yngve... don’t start now. You know he won’t give in to your provocations.”
“Rember that ti he did give in? Sigh... Don’t you miss your foot’s fingers?”
“gh....ooOoOOu...”
Laughter broke between the n, provoking the aggravated Yngve’s rage in a guttural growl, different to that one of celebration Ewelina had listened to before, at their delayed wedding.
“!...Ouuurrr... Yngve... don’t defy us too...” — A man responded, along with others’ growls.
"GhOooouuUrr... You all–"
“That’s enough.” — Aslak intervened with a calm tone at the threatening bunch preparing to fight. Throwing the blade downwards so it dug into the hard ground. — “Everyone, hide the fangs.”
His motion was one ant to dissolve dispute, and effectively those that heard the sound halted their beastly pace at the flinch of their ears. Turning slowly while glaring at the inducer of plight, spitting with disgust at the sight of the unreasonable.
“I have news... If Hrom hasn’t told you already–”
“Oh, I told them.” — Interrupting the already on edge Aslak, Hrom admitted proudly.
“... He spilt about your mate as if ad had dropped from the boulder. Hwa.”
“Fine... That makes this easier.” — Peeved by the ddleso crafter, Aslak turned in grunt, grinding his teeth as he ca to stand next to the apparently composed woman. Whose awake eyes gave away her confusion and fright.
“This woman you foul n have been ogling at is my Mate. My Wife.” — Dignified, he announced to the n, threatening yet pleased to say it. Although different to the night before when the help of a celebrating ambience incited a chaotic spectacle. — "This Sortnafeigr’s owner Partner."
Ultimately placing his gaze on her to cue with his brow her permission to speak.
“... I am Ewelina Myrkzver.” — Pausing to raise the courage needed to say her na, Ewelina looked through the doubtful eyes of the savages. Realising that gentleness was not a choice to portray before the wildn.
A whiff of air was requested by her lungs so her stance would straighten and her voice gained strength. Her chin lifted to manifest the authority as Aslak’s wife... As the Archduchess... And aware that her following words needed to root respect in the critical savages, she gave a step forward, changing the shine of her gaze to one as critical as that of her Husband to reproach the n in a sly comnt.
“Thankfully, you beca ta. I had not thought I would have to wait this long to finally address myself to you. Kleifar’s people.”
“...”
“It is a pleasure. Truly.
What I have seen from above the boulder was a speck of the wildness my Partner possesses. Therefore... I am hopeful." — A serious yet graceful glare was given by the woman. Proceeding to utter the sharp insult this hope kept. — "... That this poor behaviour I’ve witnessed is only a dirty speck of what you people truly are.”
Shivering stillness... traversed the dry air of many offended n... While the Husband smirked, amused that she who was soft in behaviour was also nacing in her kind manners.
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