Akalak pride themselves on control, at least those not deemed Cerulean anyway, and Tuvas had lived far longer then Favchean or Lyn'nice had, and would continue living for quite some time barring accident, battle or misdeed. His longevity was in part due to not allowing words to rile him, compounded by the fact that he had a distaste for anything that was unruly he inclined his head. " Indeed it is true, you will be tracked and brought back if you try to run. It would not be pleasant for you, nor is it a pleasant idea for Favchean here. Which is why I didn't mention because I am aware you know this."
Favchean remained quiet during the two's exchange, his spine stiffening a little at Lyn'nice's words. It was not a part of the Nakivak system that he was comfortable with though he knew it was a necessity as some women would accept council money, and then run to rid herself of the dangers of bearing an Akalak child. If he had thought that Lyn'nice was one of these women he would not have made his intentions on taking up her contract.
He glanced at her file, confirming much of what she said. No prior children, of course many Akalak prefer to have nakivaks who have proven themselves in the birthing room but that didn't bother Favchean that Lyn'nice hadn't. He closed the file and finished up any paperwork that Tuvas required. Once that was finished Tuvas stood and ushered them briskly out of the room, Favchean escorting Lyn'nice much the same way he had escorted her in.
Up the stairs again, this time onto a rooftop. "Sit there Lyn'nice. Your Talvis will come and help craft the Gold Undana, and when he is finished we will fix it upon you." Tuvas replied with a cordiality that belied his emotions. Even remaining cordial there was an air of command in his voice, he was the Oathmaster and he would be obeyed. Favchean sent the Konti a look with a raised brow but said nothing.
The two Akalak went to the forge and for a Bell and a half there was work done. It was a mysterious process that Tuvas guarded the secret of well thoug Favchean recognized some of the components were the same as when he forged his Lakan. After it was finally finished they beckoned Lyn'nice toward them.
Favchean held the delicately wrought gold Undanas in his hand, instead of being just plain gold however there was a design that Favchean placed on their himself. On the edge work was a thin ivy-like vine that decorated both edges, and through the middle was floral patterns that ringed around the Undana.
Once Favchean was sure that Lyn'nice had seen the designs properly, with Tuvas' help, the silver Undanas was removed, and the gold one was fixed into place. For Favchean it was an odd moment, he had grown accustomed to the .. niggling knowledge of his Lakan in the back of his mind. His Lakan never left his side, even sleeping it was lain on the table beside his simple bed. Yet he was still very aware of its presence always. Now there was a second niggle, that was almost like an unscratchable itch that he was going to have to learn to be aware of much like his Lakan.
Favchean remained quiet during the two's exchange, his spine stiffening a little at Lyn'nice's words. It was not a part of the Nakivak system that he was comfortable with though he knew it was a necessity as some women would accept council money, and then run to rid herself of the dangers of bearing an Akalak child. If he had thought that Lyn'nice was one of these women he would not have made his intentions on taking up her contract.
He glanced at her file, confirming much of what she said. No prior children, of course many Akalak prefer to have nakivaks who have proven themselves in the birthing room but that didn't bother Favchean that Lyn'nice hadn't. He closed the file and finished up any paperwork that Tuvas required. Once that was finished Tuvas stood and ushered them briskly out of the room, Favchean escorting Lyn'nice much the same way he had escorted her in.
Up the stairs again, this time onto a rooftop. "Sit there Lyn'nice. Your Talvis will come and help craft the Gold Undana, and when he is finished we will fix it upon you." Tuvas replied with a cordiality that belied his emotions. Even remaining cordial there was an air of command in his voice, he was the Oathmaster and he would be obeyed. Favchean sent the Konti a look with a raised brow but said nothing.
The two Akalak went to the forge and for a Bell and a half there was work done. It was a mysterious process that Tuvas guarded the secret of well thoug Favchean recognized some of the components were the same as when he forged his Lakan. After it was finally finished they beckoned Lyn'nice toward them.
Favchean held the delicately wrought gold Undanas in his hand, instead of being just plain gold however there was a design that Favchean placed on their himself. On the edge work was a thin ivy-like vine that decorated both edges, and through the middle was floral patterns that ringed around the Undana.
Once Favchean was sure that Lyn'nice had seen the designs properly, with Tuvas' help, the silver Undanas was removed, and the gold one was fixed into place. For Favchean it was an odd moment, he had grown accustomed to the .. niggling knowledge of his Lakan in the back of his mind. His Lakan never left his side, even sleeping it was lain on the table beside his simple bed. Yet he was still very aware of its presence always. Now there was a second niggle, that was almost like an unscratchable itch that he was going to have to learn to be aware of much like his Lakan.
ooc noteI was purposefully very vague about the forging of the Undanas as I am not 100% certain on how it is done so felt better to leave it to the imagination. Feel free to take Lyn'nice and Favchean out of the tower
