Redsand Canyon matrimonium

a witch. the last time that he had heard such a title, his army had been mired by a band of howling mud-caked heathens.

in all his routine talk of compatibilities he had not considered this. fennec had given no outward sign of paganism. but then again he had not known her so well until this very day.

he was perturbed by the prospect of her beliefs and the idea that she might desire to pass such antiquated things onto their children. 

but he was surprised by how swiftly she offered it as a training gambit. if she was such, she balanced it against her own fierce sense of objectivity.

the imperator relented. it was not something which which he needed or wished to argue. and he suspected fennec would deal him more surprises in the future as they got to know one another. "i enjoy being with someone who knows more than i about such practices." 

they could inform one another. his interest was genuine if guarded. perhaps his new wife might teach him how to soothsay. and he might teach her how not to be a heathen. "i am unfamiliar with witchery." his lips moved to a gentle smile. he looked at the touch of their paws and was again blessed with that soft semi-comfort.