Moonspear Ikkik

Antha frowned at him.

Issorartuyok’s ears fell to his head. He had made a mistake.

The sunwashed woman corrected him softly. The northerner nodded his head, piecing together this detail with the tale she had told him before. It did not seem an unreasonable thing. She wished for the women in her blood to be freed. While he did not fully grasp the concept of tyranny, he understood the desire to teach young ones valuable lessons.

Perhaps, I was confused… only because you approach this as though it is a bad thing. Teaching the young is important. They must learn to be strong and brave and true. Why did you appear apprehensive, Antha Blackwood Mayfair?

The man’s dark ears returned to stand atop his head. He tilted it slightly, questioningly.