Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 51: Scene LI

Ewelina was roughly released.

Making her stammer in heat at the feel of his measured touch, Aslak turned his back on her and smirked as he stepped ahead to warn her.

"Don’t stay behind."

"..."

She who was covering her mouth as the desire made her bite her own flesh, glared at the man before his eyes ceased to look her way. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Determined to not fall fully for his teasing, Ewelina followed decisively to forbid the man’s intent to disturb her demeanour in front of the savage people. Hence, quickly stomping her way, she reached his side and walked graciously along him.

"Heh."

The smirk of the man came as expected, and the hand of his that one-sidedly wished to go over her shoulder again lifted.

Nonetheless.

"No more touching." — She swiftly avoided giving a step away from him.

"What." — The man’s mood changed instantly.

"Only in privacy, Husband." — She told the man, unfazed by the fury in his expression. To then add what would make him eager again. — "You had your fill just now. So. Was it fun?"

Being her who smirked this time Ewelina walked ahead of him, determined to not only let the people of her Husband be aware of her authority but also the Spouse itself that kept pushing her into ways she had not used before in her proper long history.

"...Fuhhhh..." — Aslak exhaled amused at the woman’s attitude.

Halting entirely on his steps to watch her back, the man squinted at the breeze that helped to make the rear he squeezed invisible under her cloak and cursed at the growing temptation of taking her back to such privacy and take revenge.

’Once we’re back... Once we’re back, woman...’ — He thought, excited. To then add in audible mumbling only so he got to listen. — "I’ll show you what I find fun."

His hand flexed from anticipation and his feet resumed his pace to enter the populated area along her.

The people watched them pace through their tents and dead campfires as they did their daily routines in the leisure of a peaceful day down the boulder.

Most perked up in cautiousness once Aslak was seen, yet it was quickly toned down as the distinct woman was noticed carrying the features Hrom and the same Aslak found curious.

Kids went back and forth, every single one apparently below the age of the brakian child, playing with each other as no youth over that age could be found.

The woman watched happily how the children energetically moved even between her feet, unfazed by who the couple were and malicious as their land.

"Brought your axe, Myrkzver?!"

They yelled as they went off to her husband.

"Ack!"

"You’re not getting killed today kid." — He told the kid as he tripped one that followed the group of youth.

"... Husband..." — Ewelina told Aslak with disinclination, sad for the child that was left behind by his evil act.

"He’s fine." — The man said, bending and lowering his head out of nowhere. To avoid the coming stone thrown at his head.

"Arse!" — The kid cried out, furiously glaring at Aslak.

"Ack! Cursed imp!!"

To which he only straightened, giving his wife a knowledgeable stare that proved him right after the stone came to hit the back of Hrom’s head instead.

"The Head’s at the Wooden High Tent!" — One kid told Hrom in a playful excuse.

"Tsk. I’ll be who kills those cursed imps one day." — Hrom retorted, spitting and speeding up in grumbling.

Ewelina continued to stroll around, guided by the man rubbing the back of his head and, entertained, her gentle visage kept moving to get more sights of the people’s surroundings.

Humble was the village. Filled and built by nature’s essence, the air was that of dirt, wood, and hunting. Clothing that was surely made by the wearer’s hand was used by its people, while either men or women, every single one had rustic decorations on their dark heads. Tied or lose, all had a particular amulet in the strands making their fur, each with a different gemstone, of peculiar brilliance.

Ewelina observed impressed as she walked. Curious about what the gemstones signified as they were so delicately crafted to adorn their appearance. Fascinated by the beauty of the black hair and colourful eyes of soft blues and greens.

"Otrur!" — Then the voice of Hrom took to an end her sightseeing as he pulled away the leather acting as a door of one great tent. — "Myrkzver’s here!"

"I hear ya just fine, Hrom. The children said he brought his female?"

"That’s right. See for yourself, old Trur."

Entering behind her Husband, Ewelina went inside the Head’s tent, helped by her partner who held up the leather at her steps.

"Hm? That’s your mate, Aslak?"

"Yeah." — Aslak answered aloof to the old Head whose appearance did not comply with Hrom’s rude address to an aged man.

"What’s your name, female child."

"Ewelina."

"..."

"Ewelina Myrkzver."

The Leader of the tribe had glared at the woman when her Surname was not told. And indifferent to it, Ewelina who still felt inspired by the taunt she had given her Husband, smiled softly as she repeated her full name, aware that the smirk of her Husband was to surface at the sound.

"Hehehe. That’s right. You are from the opposite lands... But now you belong here... That hair has to be proof of it."

"My hair has always been as such." — She answered the man, nonetheless.

"And that is surely more proof... You were misplaced for long, female. Yet where you belong finally was found... Thee should be pleased."

Eating the soup on his lap with the thick bread in his hand, the Head sneered at both of them. Especially at Aslak, that felt awkward at the warlock Otrur’ statement.

"Won’t you take a seat? Did you two eat yet? I bet the woman needs some energy from dealing with this brute."

"Trur."

"Haha..." — Ewelina softly released interrupting the threat of her Husband. Amused by the man’s indiscretion... And joyful, for what she had heard from him.

’So I found where to belong... Yes... A long life I did have...’

"I do have lost some energy coming here." — Ewelina then said, turning to smile at her life’s partner. — "Husband is a male I have yet to know further... Yet as the Head says, I now belong here."

"..... Hum. Wise your life has made you, huh? Ewelina." — The Head answered already knowledgable.

A pause from the woman came as she met the murky green and blue in each of the Leader’s hues. Yet an answer to a previous invitation came forward, giving end to the deep stare.

"... I would like to accept this meal you offer, Otrur Nolsvun."