Qeya River black swift

veksar was intrigued.

i believe you, was the first thing that came out of his mouth. he looked her dead in the eyes, held her attention firmly. he owed her that kindness, at the very least. of course it was the fault of the fucking husband.

he turned his gaze away for a moment, casting it down to the floor as he contemplated. morwenna... why had she embraced this man's way of life so fully? he hadn't liked the way that man looked at her — as if she were a slab of meat and he a starved lion. blackfell and gjalla's mere presence here made it all the more confusing to him. then again... why was he here?

his voice lowers in volume and grows softer, more calm. what can you tell me about morwenna's husband? and saatsine? why is my family here?