Hoshor Plains love into a weapon

their claim was cemented, and with their official declaration over the plains came the official responsibilities she would seek to attend. in the upcoming days she would set out to pursue alliances, to form relations and trade routes with neighbors, to send word to dutch, to continue her effort in recruitment, to return often enough through her travels to reinforce the borders and yet still juggle time to spend with her husband.

her muscles tensed just at the thought of the strain they would soon experience, but she wished to secure at least a few neighborly relations before her season began. the clock was ticking, and she was not sure when it would strike midnight.

she set through the golden grassland in search of @Arktos now, to seek him out and inform him of her intentions over the course of the next few weeks. she would be gone most days, and he would be left with the daily happenings of the plains. she trusted him in this, though would not set out without first gauging his thoughts.

there was a fondness to her steps though too. it had been some times since they last spent long enough together to have a proper conversation, and she wished to celebrate with her husband on their success in the foundation of their home. it was a chapter worth celebrating.

the warbear was best not left to the delicacies of treaties and alliances — he didn't have the silvered spoon'd mouth for it. he was the blue collared husband that would rather toil his days turning the red clay dirt and tending to the herd then making nice with neighbors.

his steps slow at nephele's approach, head lifting from the borders he was tending. dirt smudged his cheek and he lets out a soft noise of appreciation: but boy, was she a sight for sore eyes. their time had been taken away from each other, tending to their respective duties, instinctively divided between the leading pair.

well, hey there pretty lady, coos the wrangler, a stupid, sloppy grin on his lips.

she turns at the sight of him, her steps an even pace as she draws near to hear the familiar sound of his voice. "pretty lady?" she half teases, a paw raising to brush away the smudge on his cheek. her eyes speak of a fondness for his compliment, though her words give voice to a playful ring, "you flatter me, mr. tall, dark and handsome"

a smile sneaks it's way to her lips as she raises to her tiptoes to place a kiss where dirt had once clung to.

"how goes the patrol?" she asks while lowering back to her normal height. "chase away any hooligans of late?" it seemed during their foundation that there had been several nose-deaf interlopers that had tried to wander through. she wonder if with their official claim to the land if the pesky locals had finally took the hint.

arktos lets out a low laugh, offering a sheepish shrug of his broad shoulders. i can't help if the truth flatters you. he teases, placing a soft kiss upon her brow after she wipes away the smudge of dirt on his cheek. it's effortless, this domesticity. even if arktos isn't entirely sure it comes wholly naturally to him. then again, he isn't sure about anything in regards to himself and thus oft forces himself to live as solely in the present as he could without thinking too hard about what kind of man he was.

other than he knew he wasn't a good man.

not necessarily a bad man; but certainly not a man that could put his hand to a bible and swear that he was a decent man.

it's quiet, moss green gaze sweeps across the plains; quick. assessing. a direct contradiction to what they'd dealt with before their voices had joined in unison. i'd be lyin' if i said i trusted it. he admits in a solemn rumble. it was always calmest at the eye of the storm, quiet right before it.

she enjoys their brief moments of physical touch, for they were rare amongst the business of responsibilities. a purr to his words that resonated to a calm hum. she remains quite as he shared the stillness of issues and his lack of faith in it remaining that way.

"i do not mind the quiet," she had grown through chaos, and had found that the moments of silence were to be appreciated greatly. "but it is a bit unsettling," she admits with a glance towards where the lake rest. she did not believe that woman would not cause further issues unless she was removed completely. uproot the weeds, or chop off the head of the snake.

she gives an appreciative glance to her husband as a thought that had lingered in the back of her mind for a while now finally came to words, "you seem to take to this naturally." his entire being connected to the plains in a way she knew she likely never would. they could move to a new territory and she would not find herself upset in the same way she thought arktos might be.

"all of it," she clarifies. "leadership, the plains, the herd." each role and each interest was done so as if practiced, as if it had been a life before. she did not knock on the locked door of his mind that held lost memories, but it would be a lie to say she did not occasionally glance towards it in wonder.