Nova Peak Yerûmpiits

im good with after!!

dark mercenary pauses, having sensed a storm come calling. it is the woman of the peak in her pregnant beauty, come stalking after him.
he fixes her with a questioning look, lips twitching, betraying arrogant amusement.
what? he must be ignorant, for he had no knowledge of what she spoke of. what problem? it didn’t exist—well, perhaps, now it did. 
skorpa’s wife would determine that. raising his head from where it slunk low between two shoulders.
burning golds upon her sea glass gaze.