Dawnlark Plains η

one-post cameo, will only respond if addressed :-)

tuhin was surprised to hear their encounter draw response so swiftly.

they had thought faust may see a threat, at least, in the saatsine. as for ayovi- they did not know what had been between her and faust, before, but there was history there. was it a history that bred enemies, or allies? it was not yet something they knew, and to not know made them...uneasy.

tuhin was content only when they understood each piece on the board, and likewise understood what might spur each player to action. here they did not understand as much as they desired.

when the call came, then, they turned on their heel to pursue it to the west. they had not received formal invitation, nor summons from faust- this was not a surprise- but it was not a call that excluded the rest of darukaal's people. and tuhin had meant to be present from the moment ayovi had extended this tentative invitation. for now, they were amenable to holding their tongue.

among the grass at the very edge of the meeting-grounds, keeping a respectful distance yet not concealing themself from view, tuhin identified faust, ayovi, the caribou-man, flanked by silvergrey shadows; then faust's companion they knew only from distance and scent-mark, and what must be the husband ayovi had spoken of.

a large gathering. tuhin found themself on edge, to view it. they did not know what agreement the agouti man hoped to broker, if it was indeed an agreement at all. they did not know faust's companion, or what he might make of the politics of this; little and less of the caribou people.

but they forced themself to calm. they had dwelled upon the glacier for only a scant few weeks, and if they were not summoned to speak, then they would watch, and see plainly which way the wind blew.

casting a considering look upon each, tuhin waited to see who might first break the silence.