MÁNI
all my friends are heathens
As silent as they stood, the two sentinels of the North, there was still a tension that wound around his beloved, curling in through her coat and her eyes. It was something not many would see, but he did. He had known Rannveig long enough to read the smallest changes in her, and when to ask and question her thoughts. Violet eyes regarded her a moment, soft in their usually unreadable depths.
"They see a woman of power, I am sure," he began in a low rumble, his head ducking a bare fraction, sending ivory curls against his face and neck as he looked at her. Their eyes met, and he could almost see the gears clicking in her mind, the way she was thinking.. allowing it to become stifling and as overwhelming as the heat here in the south. "We do not need titles to be someone, Rannveig. As strange as it is to be back, we do not revolve around the need for powerful positions," he pointed out, and his pale face leaned in, two toned muzzle touching her cheek in a soft kiss.
"Your thoughts are running away with you, are they not?" He rumbled the words out in his deep tone, his eyes understanding as his head leaned back a little and he blew out a snort of air, pushing hair from his face as he did. "We need time to readjust... and even so, there are positions here that can help. Warrior, for one, would be suiting for you would it not? Or perhaps.. Champion of Battle?" He'd heard the spot was recently vacated, and he knew it could be something to help his beloved.
"They see a woman of power, I am sure," he began in a low rumble, his head ducking a bare fraction, sending ivory curls against his face and neck as he looked at her. Their eyes met, and he could almost see the gears clicking in her mind, the way she was thinking.. allowing it to become stifling and as overwhelming as the heat here in the south. "We do not need titles to be someone, Rannveig. As strange as it is to be back, we do not revolve around the need for powerful positions," he pointed out, and his pale face leaned in, two toned muzzle touching her cheek in a soft kiss.
"Your thoughts are running away with you, are they not?" He rumbled the words out in his deep tone, his eyes understanding as his head leaned back a little and he blew out a snort of air, pushing hair from his face as he did. "We need time to readjust... and even so, there are positions here that can help. Warrior, for one, would be suiting for you would it not? Or perhaps.. Champion of Battle?" He'd heard the spot was recently vacated, and he knew it could be something to help his beloved.
@Rannveig
