Ouroboros Spine eye bind

He assessed her quietly as she spoke—a smile upon her features that seemed to flicker within the liquid smoke of her eyes. He could not return the same energy—his mind jarring at the events that had transpired all well within only a few days.

His jaw clenched—his eyes sharp as they focused away from her, finding himself feeling rather deflated at the way in which he had taken their original intention and flipped it upon its head. “I owe you an apology, Eivor. If I had realized Akashingo still dabbled with slavery—“ Is that what Silvertongue had been? Either way, they would never have gone there in the first place.

Silvertongue had been hellbent on never returning to the red palace in what he could only describe as her past life—he had been sorely tempted to drag her from it this time, until she had come to him, instead.

“Bringing Kvarsheim to their attention in such a way wasn’t my intention. I’m sorry. The Creek will still be patrolling the valley, but now we’ll be ensuring the kingdom steers clear, as well.”

Another pause—her question hanging heavy between them. ‘You will be well?’ He looked back to her, studying her for a moment. He wasn’t sure what he would be—but tentatively, he lifted a paw, tempted to trace the cheek of the northern warrior. “Can I ask why you’re choosing to not return yet?”