Dawnlark Plains η

In these late weeks, the huntress had time to consider what kind of wife she wanted to be to Skorpa; what kind of mother she would be to their children. Big Sky allotted the role of silent support to the tribes’ women and Ayovi had dutifully conformed. Now she steps forward to join with the norsemen at the clearing’s tense heart. Pawtips twine with Skorpa’s own, so long as the bear was near she had no reason to fear Faust. Blue eyes glance between both men, finally docking over the familiar evergreen of Darukaal’s leader.
“Faust,” she greets, dipping her nose. For peace to work, old enemies must treat one another as neighbors. It has to begin somewhere. Her gaze is drawn to the large, ochre man beside him. His earthen eyes are hard and angry, but his grimace is mantled— at least for now.
The Saatsine glance around at one another, straight-backed, taking formation behind their leaders. There is abhorrence; disgust thrown at her husband’s feet. He is too composed to react and Ayovi grasps for such indifference, even when her heart kindles in flame.
The warriors converse in danish, and though fragmented, Ayovi apprehends enough from her husband’s teachings. Pulling lightly from Skorpa’s side, the ivory invites not only the northmen’s attention, but all who have convened.
“Thank you Saatsine, Darukaal, for heeding this call. All in attendance hold great status within their tribes. I am Ayovi Ankgunquint, wife to Skorpa, residents of the North Mountain.” Nova high and above behind them, the falls steaming violently, sending tendrils of mist into the valley’s lower pastures.
“The norsemen talk of terms for peace,” she continues. “In the west, where I am from, there are fractured, quarreling people. There is war, and violence, and conscription into eachothers’ armies. A grim, wasted distraction from what truly matters.” On the pregnant woman her eyes touch now.
“Let us declare peace in the North. Let us allow our clans to travel and hunt safely. Let us open opportunities for trade.” She did not imagine there were vast markets yet— at least, not until the inhabitants had extra luxuries for goods. Still, such an arrangement would consider peace a long-term recourse.
There she leaves the motion to circulate, turning then to seek Skorpa's gaze and hoping it is not dissatisfaction she finds upon his face.