Hoshor Plains love into a weapon

she turns to cast a stormy gaze towards the lake, a thundercloud rolling through the fog of her mind. she listens, a soft hum given in thought as he speaks. "let us hope the peace will last, but prepare for it to not." there would be no grief for peaceful times, but she was not so naive or foolish to think trouble could not bubble up at any moment.

she keeps her eyes to the southern stretch of their land, expecting to see the marching silhouettes of an army forming on the horizon. but there is just the warmth of daylight drifting across the plains as she turns from her steely gaze to offer a roll of her shoulder and an accepting note to his words. "perhaps i am."

her thoughts drift then to more diplomatic concerns. "i plan to travel in the coming weeks and establish alliances and trade with the groups close enough to do so." she looked to her husband then, leaving room for him to add his own thoughts on the matter.