Kamaraderie, Konversation & Kumis (D5, EN, Kemuri's)

[Moto Butaj]

"It is known, and it is loved." Butaj smiles at her fondly. "We will make this place ours from north to south and from west to east so far that wherever we turn the steed, there is our wind and there is our horizon. Sayyeda Khulun will, and Butaj will help a bit from wherever he ends up."

[Moto Khulun]

"Butaj is never least of Moto, you have done much to earn name and have shown much of our ways to many here," she says.

"You are charming fool that everyone loves, and I am thankful for you."

[Moto Butaj]

"And Butaj is thankful for you, Sayyeda. Without you, Butaj might have started to doubt where he comes from. But he never will." His smile is genuinely happy. "And that is very much... even before Butaj starts thinking of the wild sheathing he still feels in the hips."

[Moto Khulun]

“Still hungry for more Butaj No-beard,” she chuckles looking at him.

“Then sate your hunger.”

[Moto Butaj]

Butaj considers, looking at her, but then remembers he found new bruises on her body that call for rest. The sounds of the night outside tell him how late it is. He covers her feet and leans in for a kiss. "Butaj thinks it's time for the princess to have her beauty sleep. And for Butaj to have his beard sleep." He grins. "It's fun to keep Butaj a little hungry.". He tucks her in caringly, putting the headpieces near her bed. He will lie down next to her until she will fall asleep.

[Moto Khulun]

She smiles meekly and then curls up next to him and is quickly back to sleep at his side. The world of dreams has her now as she drifts away, yet her body remains close to his for comfort and warmth.

[Moto Butaj]

He waits quite a moment after her breathing turns calm and even. He smirks at how someone so ferocious and stalwart can look so cute and innocent when asleep. He thinks that married life will be good for her, she needs someone to attend to her softer side as the hard-as-steel one tends to expand at will. And he could not do so forever. But tonight, on the night of Chi-pu's funeral, she sleeps peacefully. He is proud of himself of that. He quietly rises, puts the scattered things on, collects the rest and moves past the flap of the yurt into the cool moonlit night.

/exit