6/28/2026, 10:48 PM
She catches sight of Batu's arrival, his form made but a shadow sprawled across moonlit terrain, and moves to meet him.
Flesh rolls bloodily before her, earning a low grunt of acknowledgment before she lifts eyes to his, nod - then - as appreciation. Quiet but sure to be undeniably understood. They need not spill words where significance of presence reigns king. Her, staying. Him, returning. This is enough.
Oyun bends to tear free a chunk of meat and chews as he speaks.
"I trust him," she says, for this matters most before all else. "But he is soft of heart... Not an unfortunate thing to be but the work of a kheshig is often heavy, at times cruel." She licks clean her lips. "You think he can bear it?"
Flesh rolls bloodily before her, earning a low grunt of acknowledgment before she lifts eyes to his, nod - then - as appreciation. Quiet but sure to be undeniably understood. They need not spill words where significance of presence reigns king. Her, staying. Him, returning. This is enough.
Oyun bends to tear free a chunk of meat and chews as he speaks.
"I trust him," she says, for this matters most before all else. "But he is soft of heart... Not an unfortunate thing to be but the work of a kheshig is often heavy, at times cruel." She licks clean her lips. "You think he can bear it?"
Mongolian. Mandarin. English.