[It had been some time since the Naadam, and while Baatu's wife was talented as ever, there was still the recovery time. The others had since been sent on their way, and as such Magnai could cool his posturing for the moment.
Leaving his throne, he makes his way to their healing ward, to check upon his friend in his time of weakness. Weakness was never something Oronir liked to acknowledge, for strength ruled all, but even Magnai knew that the sun needed to set at some point, and that every warrior needed rest.
An unspoken relief washed over him as he saw Baatu resting, that he would not succumb to his wounds like others before him had. He would continue on with his friend's death if need be, such was the way of the Steppe, but to be allowed to suffer his existence for longer was a blessing by none other than Azim.]
Baatu—
[His voice calm and sturdy, like the base that holds their settlement far above the others under their divine rule.]
I should hope you plan not to take your time, whilst ruling over our brothers and sisters has been scant a chore indeed, you have your role that few can fill.
[Baatu is quick to sit up straight when he hears Magnai's voice. Not a particularly smart idea and he can't help but wince a little for moving so abruptly. His injuries were recovering quickly, but they were still tender. He was undoubtedly get scolded for moving more than need be, but he's becoming restless.]
Magnai. Radiant brother.
[He does his best to bow in his current sitting position.]
I am hoping to be well enough in but a few moons to return proper. I must admit that I am becoming restless. [He understood that he had to recover and he'd be a liability if he wasn't at full health, but he didn't want to become complacent. Life is also very dull when you do nothing for so long.] I am honored that you took the time to visit me. Thank you.
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y u gotta be rude about it
Leaving his throne, he makes his way to their healing ward, to check upon his friend in his time of weakness. Weakness was never something Oronir liked to acknowledge, for strength ruled all, but even Magnai knew that the sun needed to set at some point, and that every warrior needed rest.
An unspoken relief washed over him as he saw Baatu resting, that he would not succumb to his wounds like others before him had. He would continue on with his friend's death if need be, such was the way of the Steppe, but to be allowed to suffer his existence for longer was a blessing by none other than Azim.]
Baatu—
[His voice calm and sturdy, like the base that holds their settlement far above the others under their divine rule.]
I should hope you plan not to take your time, whilst ruling over our brothers and sisters has been scant a chore indeed, you have your role that few can fill.
[translation: GET WELL SOON...]
bcuz it's funny.
Magnai. Radiant brother.
[He does his best to bow in his current sitting position.]
I am hoping to be well enough in but a few moons to return proper. I must admit that I am becoming restless. [He understood that he had to recover and he'd be a liability if he wasn't at full health, but he didn't want to become complacent. Life is also very dull when you do nothing for so long.] I am honored that you took the time to visit me. Thank you.