Are
Just like a day or so before, at the spire, he rolled around the thought in his head. Tried it on for size and just as quickly mocked the utter hubris of it all. A leader needed to be gentle and smart as well as strong and stubborn, flowing like water over the changing lands, pulling people along in his draft and fording towards a common goal. Not just stick his head in the sand and hope for it all to just blow over. Chieftan Are, guildmaster Are. What utter shite he'd cooked up, yet it didn't matter how hard he dismissed it as complete nonsense. The core of the thought remained, slowly spreading it's roots and waiting for the first real spring warmth to sprout.
Lost in thought he almost missed the question following the silvery laugh. She would have laughed too, laughed at his husband for pondering things well beyond his ability, but not out of spite. No, at first she'd dismiss it as idle thoughts thrown to the wind just for the sake of thinking, then the laugh would've faded and that precious concerned scowl would take hold. A worry that her husband was serious.
"Yes, I have a wife, she's just not here yet." he finally answered and smiled, worry tugging at the corner of his eyes. "It's a pain, the wait, but at least the home will be in order when she comes. Hopefully not just our hovel, but the lands themselves." Are said and glanced over his shoulder at the the little slice of barren soil that was now home. He turned back and met her eyes with a half smile and a content nod. "A work well done, if I do say so myself." he said, walking over and picking his bundle of clothes. "If you ever need any help, with shoes or otherwise, don't be afraid to stop by, just follow your nose and you can't miss it!"
Lost in thought he almost missed the question following the silvery laugh. She would have laughed too, laughed at his husband for pondering things well beyond his ability, but not out of spite. No, at first she'd dismiss it as idle thoughts thrown to the wind just for the sake of thinking, then the laugh would've faded and that precious concerned scowl would take hold. A worry that her husband was serious.
"Yes, I have a wife, she's just not here yet." he finally answered and smiled, worry tugging at the corner of his eyes. "It's a pain, the wait, but at least the home will be in order when she comes. Hopefully not just our hovel, but the lands themselves." Are said and glanced over his shoulder at the the little slice of barren soil that was now home. He turned back and met her eyes with a half smile and a content nod. "A work well done, if I do say so myself." he said, walking over and picking his bundle of clothes. "If you ever need any help, with shoes or otherwise, don't be afraid to stop by, just follow your nose and you can't miss it!"
