Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 54: Scene LIV

The man that had followed behind her also took a seat on the hollow trunk she had seated to appreciate the daily occurrences of the Kleifar villagers. Although looking to the opposite side she was sightseeing taking out a piece of wood to crave with his cutting edge.

"Ai! Female Myrkzver, are your lungs broken?"

"!"

Hrom then roughly turned, surprising her and annoyed by the continuous sighs of the woman. Forgetting to be secretive while tailing her. — "Engulfing air this much... They have to be for you to be so awfully greedy."

"... They are not." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Ai..." — Doubtful by her concise response, Hrom lifted his thick brow to ask more. — "Your stroll was short Veneer Female. Are you not going to tha other side of tha stream? It’s right there, ya see?"

Pleased by how even in the tone she spoke to Hrom, he still showed hospitality. Eve in the roughness of his accent. And so, Ewelina turned her head to speak.

"I had thought of going once Husband ends his talk with the Head. Seating here to observe is entertaining to me."

"...Hurm... Those two shouldn’t take much. If they stay together too long they’ll strangle each other."

"... Is that how it is?" — Surprised, Ewelina questioned as what she had seen from the Leaders was not a relationship of enmity.

"Ai. Thou Mate is a stubborn violent creature. But old Trur is as stubborn but shrewd one... I ain’t lying. They must be already growling at each other trying to rip the other’s neck. Heh."

"... If so, they must hate the other..."

"Ou. However, they won’t kill each other. Not yet, I think."

’..."Not yet"?’ — Ewelina repaired in his words, finding interest to know the source of his belief. — "What makes you think that, Hrom?"

"... Ya see..." — Moving so some secrecy could be done while spilling his beliefs, Hrom turned so his legs would be each on one side of their dry wooden seat. — "Tha Head possesses an eye on the ground. Old Trur respects and tells what the ground shows. Myrkzver doesn’t like it. Says it’s old legends and superstitious... But... Myrkzver also knows it’s useful."

"... Useful? Although he doesn’t believe?"

"That’s why he doesn’t butcher old Otrur yet!" — Gesturing with his hand holding the wooden piece he was crafting, Hrom energetically told Ewelina pointing to a fact. — "He once saw how the whisper of the earthy eye helped the returnees! If not for that, half of our people wouldn’t have made it back alive from tha Framikanna ritual few years ago. That’s why Myrkzver is clenching his butt not to kill tha old warlock, Female Myrkzver."

Hrom’s beliefs were informative for the woman. However, she had to swallow a chuckle at the expression used to mention her spouse’s restraint on ending the Village Leader’s life.

"Um... I see. That is indeed a possible reason." — Ewelina answered to the certain barbarian, seating straight in proud poise. — "I appreciate that Hrom told me this. Thank you."

"........."

The eyes of the man quickly opened to her words looking at the woman in disbelief at what he heard.

"Female... Why did you say that."

"? What did I say that makes you ask, Hrom?"

"You said ’Thank you’. Why did you do it." — Frowning severely, Hrom straightforwardly questioned Ewelina.

"... Am I not meant to say such?"

Pausing, the young woman asked, recalling that last night, Bela and Shuno had also acted stranged at her appreciation for their compliment on her fur.

"Only thank the Earth, Veneer Female. Here we only give thanks to it since people are to go back to it. We live by it... die by it... That’s why. No ’Thank you’. It ’s ’Blessed thee Earth’, Understood?"

’How interesting...’ — She thought in awe. — "Then, Blessed thee Earth, Hrom."

"! Hum! That’s how it should be! You are from Veneer so... But have it in mind that you’re fortunate I heard you first in the Village. Others would have smashed you to death... Honestly, I had the urge to break your neck for a moment... Ya gotta be careful, Myrkzver’s Female. We wild ones are not like those above, hehe."

"... I shall keep it in mind."

A dry swallow traversed her throat as she could see in the knowledgable hands of Hrom gesturing the gruesome motion with which he would have ended her life. Surely imagining afar the scene with such urge he mentioned... Yet along with savage entertainment in it.

’... This has to be why everyone stared awkwardly at me each time I told my appreciation... If it is like Hrom says... The ones above seemingly decided to pay no mind to it, yet... down here...’

Inviting her eyes to stroll around the ordinary scenery the village continued to be, Ewelina contemplated on the dangerous people the tranquil tribe appeared to have.

’... Indeed... People are the same everywhere.’

Once again the first thought she had while admiring the ambience was told in her deep reflections. A new whiff of deep air left her this time with the release of her enamourment grasping more of the reality.

Violence and peace, beliefs and scepticism, ignorance and knowledge... Love and Hate. They all had a dangerous link that if broken could lead to the worst of people’s cores. And much to the disappointment her wisdom cried, a core inhabited in every single human...

’As pleasing and entrancing our nature is... The core of us is weak and it conceals loathsome instincts.’

The lids now closed gracefully in resigned mood. Having clear view of the little fragments of her previous lives, confirming such contemplations. Emiting sadness as they pithily crossed far sentiments in the memory.

"Ai, Female. So you ain’t going to the other side of tha stream? It’s nicer there. We’ve got the Altar and the Plains of Brusque and Celebration. The imps should be there fighting right about now. It’s fun to see what they come up with. Ha."

"... I believe I said I would wait for my Mate."

Ewelina answered, much colder in tone for cautiousness should not be lowered in front of the savages, whom Hrom had demonstrated to be unpredictable with the sudden menace his clear sky eyes had carried once demanding an explanation on her words.