Arrow Lake clanging shields, companions tramping, bronze prows, men in bronze,

Only good? The silver usually isn’t one to gossip, but the simply simple statement still sent her for a bit of a stumble. ”Good, as in, he has returned to you and your almost-here baby, and that is all?” An old, impish light returned to her eyes, flickering as she put her own romantic ordeals aside and instead appraised the vague situation. ”Or... good, in that he treats you like ze sea queen you’ve always been?”

And Aurëwen usually isn’t one to pry  ( well, not anymore, anyways )  so she backs off with the teasing little tidbit of, ”Does he grovel?” scarred lips pursed and attempting to appear absolutely unassuming. Argent eyes couldn’t help but foxtrot over to Blodreina’s after a while, though, and she dropped the act and grinned dickens-like; looking just like the snow fox someone had once accosted of her.