Wheeling Gull Isle a warrior

atausiq gives a silent, firm nod of his head. it doesn't take much to suspect that his siren bride was just trying to find her way thru this ...just like him. we'll figure it all out. uh...yīqǐ. together? atausiq adds, hoping he hasn't butchered her native tongue. he thought that was the word for it and while he had a bit of an edge already being kind of bilingual there is still a layer of uncertainty. a sheepish grin is given. i will, if you think that's best. though in the moment of staring at reality the idea kind of scares him. he, newt. who was never one for the center spotlight. awkward. at least he was confident enough he could handle wolves at the borders ...not that there's been a whole lot of them recently. one or two. for big things i will check in with you first. she was, after all, still empress even if she did promote him here and now. and theirs would still remain a matriarchal culture.