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Oyun Rasha Ana Sarantuyaa Sayana Zolzaya Yelp The Girl Khatar Kaidu Sharguu Taimoor Tselmuun Saranai Yesugei Dounia Maral Gerelt Ochir Khasar Toghrul Bayarjargal Skellige Mandukhai pack announcement; optional participation, but all are welcome to hop in/volunteer to join future campaigns or stay to guard camp. this is the start of alukhai’s diplomatic missions <3

At the deer circle on the edge of the wood, leaves cling late to birches and the golden gers wear camouflage. Autumn blazes the horizon in both east and west. Batu stands beside his sister, sparing her the grave look which would otherwise pass between them. He knows her burden. She knows his mind. This is the path they walk together.

Horselord gazes upon camp direct from under the furrow of his brow. “The time for trade and allyship is upon us. Oyun and I are leaving to make contact with each of the southern kingdoms.”

“Anda,” he turns first for Khatar. “I entrust the orduu to your keeping. Ochir will see to the guarding of our far borders. Rasha, Sayana and Tselmuun shall have charge of the herds.”

He looks then to the roan-skinned bogol; the boy-man made servant to his royal sisters. “Ulya- Yelp. You will travel with your khaan to the Fujiwara Dynasty. You will carry your khatun’s vasa, and lay her ger each night we are away.”

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No surprise these morning announcements were all in Mongolian. Not that he had a problem with it. Honestly, he preferred it even if most of what he could pick up was the simplest vocab. It was still good practice, plus he did not like being singled out in Common during these things. So when Batu’s furrowed gaze settled on him, still speaking the same Alukhai tongue, it brought a kind of relief... A short-lived feeling as it sank in that Batu was talking to him.

Yelp straightened so fast it looked like a violent flinch.

You. With. Khaan.

Right. Him. And the khaan.

Fujiwara Dynasty. Okay, long name, going somewhere or doing something with that. Where was it? Then khatun’s vasa, ger, night. He caught those, too. Carry Oyun’s things, he gathered that much. Go with the khaan.

They were heading off somewhere, that was the gist of it, at least, and he was going with them.

Yelp’s mouth stayed shut, though a whole pile of questions was already forming behind teeth. How far was this Fujiwara? Did he need to bring anything for himself? Was his only job to be the carrying-guy? Ochir was assigned something too, right? Did that mean Maral wouldn’t be coming?

His eyes wandered toward her. He’d been lucky she’d found him when he appeared in this world. Since then, Alukhai had become the place he knew best. He knew its paths and its smells well enough by now. Outside of it, he couldn’t even picture where they’d be sleeping. The thought put a peculiar weight in his stomach. Not that he was about to say so. Besides, he’d been given a direct job, straight from the khaan’s mouth. Important stuff right there. Maybe he needed to get used to sleeping outside Maral and Ochir’s ger anyway…

Yelp lifted his chin a little higher.

Yes, he answered, one of the first Mongolian words he’d learned to use properly.

Dude, don’t screw this up.

Common(Fluent) --- Mongolian(Newbie)