SKILL: ranger
The lanzadoii has a feeling her grasp of things is tenuous at best. Euphemia makes a number of words and Iglux can only guess at their meaning. She does not rule Dawnbreak, but nothing in her dissuades still. The silver’s tail hangs easy now; a streaming brush of blue behind her to broadcast amiability.
“Iglux be hunter. Have leader: be Cen.” She does not say husband. She does not say mate. Though the idea fills her with a secretive thrill.
Dark eyes meet the stark-gold directly. Her head tilts with a question that is neither spoken nor fully formed, only given life in the muscles of her shoulders and taut flick of ears. Will you meet me halfway? Will your people do the same?
“Saatsine give,” Iglux encourages, “caribou.”
The huntress is full of hopeful trust, then. If this could work— let it be to the shared benefit of Dawnbreak, and also those of the Saatsine.
