Most days, Qadira went out on patrol, refreshing Moonglow's borders. Today, however, she guarded the village with a careful eye. When she spotted the Moonwoman, Qadira sank into a deep bow. "My lady." Her chin would tuck inwards to her chest, and then she rose gracefully. "How does the day find you?"
At the mention of hunting, Qadira's ears perked. "I could accompany you hunting, should you wish." She was a mercenary, yes, but she would do whatever Moonwoman - and Sunman - would ask of her. Qadira smiled in a bemused sort of way as Kukutux asked about her bow. She answered readily, and without judgement, "I bow to you, for I serve you, dear lady. It is how I show my respect to you as my liege. You and your Sunman took me in with little questions, and for that, I am thankful." Though Qadira had yet any real personal attachment to any of the Moonwolves, she was duty and honor-bound to serve them for the duration of her stay, and she would do it gladly, and with great pride.
Family. Qadira inhaled deeply; she did not feel like family yet, but the Moonwolves had been good to her. She had nothing to complain about thus far. She fell into step at Kukutux's right flank, and allowed herself to be led away from the village. When questioned about her first home, Qadira had to think a bit before responding; she had no fond memories of her natal pack. They had denied the girls the right to train in combat, something Qadira had fought against heavily.
Finally, she answered. "My original family did not want the women to fight. I was the only daughter of a Lord... I rebelled, and eventually left. I taught myself to fight, and since then, I have been a travelling mercenary."
"I am glad that our futures lie here, then," came Qadira's words. And then, an answer. "A mercenary is someone who protects in exchange for payment. I asked your Sunman for food and shelter, and in exchange, I protect." She frowned as she spoke, then said swiftly, and with a rare smile, "Although, I am enjoying your village, my Lady. I might wish to stay permanently."
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Qadira's stoic gaze warmed and softened as the Moonwoman spoke of sisters and hunters; she could see, now, a hunting party, which she guarded. They could find something large with many wolves, and if needed, she could lend them her brute strength. And then, a question - it made the mercenary falter, her gaze dropping. "Oh, no my Lady. I..." How was she to say this? She cleared her throat, then grunted, quiet and gruff, "I do not enjoy men, in the... erm... physical sense." Her chest tightened, and she gave Kukutux a swift glance - would this be accepted in their village?
Moonwoman's tone calmed Qadira's nervousness, and she took a deep breath before answering, "I... am interested in women. And I do not foresee myself ever bearing children." But this made her wonder - what if she found a woman, and she had whelps? Could the mercenary even be a mother? Qadira sighed softly, then pressed on carefully, "I would eventually like a wife, I think. I've... never really given it much thought." She'd never settled down before now.
So, Moonwoman was a matchmaker. Qadira's green gaze lit up briefly - was there even another woman like her within the village? The mercenary woman swallowed roughly. She asked tentatively, "Could you try and find a match for me? I would be honored."
Kukutux was easy to talk to, Qadira realized; even now, she was beginning to feel a strong tug of loyalty to the Moonwoman. When asked what she liked, the mercenary woman took a moment to think. She herself was a strong woman, and she wondered, did she wish for someone soft to care for, or did she desire a woman who could be her equal on the battlefield? Qadira was... uncertain.
"I am not sure. I... I was never given the chance in my homeland, to pursue a romance with a woman. I never thought I could..." she trailed off, frowning deeply. Then, she grunted, "I always thought I would be alone." Qadira sighed softly, relaxing as she realized that maybe here, she could live the way she wanted. "I... want a woman who will speak her mind. Maybe someone bold."
Qadira snorted at the Moonwoman's words. Scathingly, she said, "Most men desire a puppet." Then, she added hastily. "But, the men of Moonglow are... much different than I am used to. Better than the ones of my homeland." She still didn't want to lay with them, of course, but that wasn't something she could change. She had been this way all her life.
Then, Kukutux spoke more of her homeland, then asked of Qadira's. She smiled wryly, telling her alpha, "In my home, questions are seen as disobedience - you do not question the men. They give orders, and you follow them. It was... well, I left home very quickly."
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kukutux looked toward the light.
she gave qadira a nod. "we shall go back now."
the slim white legs turned. "tell me the things that bring you joy to do."
the duck would speak with the guardian as they trailed back toward the ulax.