How grim.

Did he know she would strike him in the field? Send him falling through the field? And did it remind him of their youth, if they were so old as to have lost it now? Sayana lived in the past, future and present all at once. Brought back what once was into the now, and redirected paths for the future so that all would be fed, healthy, and most of all so comfortable with a nazgur life that they took for granted all that they had. Mares milk, goat meat and long stories rooted from a life they deemed uneventful, spare for their teenage loves and adult woes with weather and poor trading days.

Tsetseg's nearness grabbed all attention, however, and a gentle approach was taken. Tzookhor watched at a distance, an eye to his mare before gathering an unspoken permission to leave them be. And he disregarded them and grazed with their young colt.

Come speak with your woman, her eyes were upon the rounded stomach, but she dared not to press Tsetseg to any extension which Batu could tame his bay.