Thunder Dome a place like magic

She speaks to him, again, his pale Queen Guide, Confident, Shaman? She says that here, should he not find his unit once again, would be permitted to breed, as all had the ability to do so within these lands. As he had ever known, any female was aloud to breed freely if they so chose and if a male was found worthy to choose, then he would of course as well. Her words brought a subtle smile to his lips. 

Though her gaze falls, cast away to the ground as though to hide the emotion in her pale eyes. He doesnt know what is wrong, though had been intently paying attention (as he did all women) to notice the flicker of pain which came over her. For what for? Olo did not question her it was not his place and even so, had he wanted, she spoke again to break the mold. 

But of course, madame. He takes note to her tease of tone, his ears auburn ears perk, tail taking a moment of sway behind him. If I am so chosen amongst the Court's females. And he would do as commanded. Aiolos had a secret fear in breeding within the Nereides custom. Should he bare a son, it would be culled - tossed as a sacrifice to the Sea. Aiolos couldnt bare the thought of it. If he bred here likely he would not have to worry about that. But would the Nereides take him back if they found out? Would they take him back now, for settling with another group? 

They are our Goddesses, ma'am. He speaks, another smile toying at his lips. He had never known of the Sea and Moon Goddess before, though his time within the Nereides had made him a believer of them. It was the Mother Sea which offered him safe journey onto the mainland and the Moon Mother which guided his prosperous path he now took. Their judgement passes through the High Siren, our Queen, and it is she who tells us who amongst the men has been chosen for breeding rights. It is a great honor to bring life into the new generation of Nereides, even if we cannot play a direct role in our daughters lives. And the sons? Well, there weren't any sons. 

Alas, again, he falls silent. He awaits whatever more questions, whatever curiosity she had for his past. If she wished to know him, this was good, yet perhaps it was only to pass time? He doubted it. Andraste seemed to be made of purer stuff. Aiolos could believe she was honestly interested. It was.... nice.