Firefly Glen [PHE] arnuyaun ≋

val was grateful for the sea then; in a way, the ocean was as insular as it was vast. these inland troubles rarely reached their shores. his daughters were lucky to never know the hard truth of tribal warfares. he feared the day they might ever taste the bitter fruit of that lesson.

it was mireille and chacal his somber gaze swung to once kukutux finished speaking. he wondered what they thought - if they had ties to this foreign tribe that might move them to action. surely, sobeille would want in on it — but he selfishly hoped she’d never learn of it.

he’d heard many things of royalty. of the wars fought, the luxuries earned and spent. of the peasants beneath their rule, and the king’s right to claim their lives as his own to dispense. he’d heard how farmer and blacksmith alike laid down their spades for shields, anvils for swords — ultimately laying down their countless lives for their kings and their cause. he did not need to fathom how many faceless thousand paid this bloodprice willing. but he wondered why it was he’d never heard a king lay down his life for a peasant.

did such a thing exist?

he thought of the man that joined his hunt. noble. striking. a strong man well bred by class. very different from roughshod val or anything he’d ever known. would this man look upon an urchin and think his daughter’s life worth saving?

in the end it was chacal and mireille’s call. his eyes found them in silence and spoke plainly: sapphique’s decision lays with you.