7/10/2026, 2:44 PM
Ruminative flick of ear. His name rolls round in her skull as rusted gaze discerns him. In truth, his designation means very little. Yet origins reap memory and mention of the Altanerkhi peoples draws thought to Tselmuun. It'd been her clan.
Past tense, long ago, because this was and is the nature of women; to go where they're needed rather than where they wish. Circumstance and men are similar that way. Oyun, therefore, is uncertain of him.
"Oyun, khatun of Alukhai," she addresses him now with a jut of her chin, indication to rise. "I'm familiar with the Altanerkhi, a dear friend of mine hails from your people." Oyun's brow furrows. He is undeserving of elaboration still. "What purpose did you serve them? What title did you hold?"
Past tense, long ago, because this was and is the nature of women; to go where they're needed rather than where they wish. Circumstance and men are similar that way. Oyun, therefore, is uncertain of him.
"Oyun, khatun of Alukhai," she addresses him now with a jut of her chin, indication to rise. "I'm familiar with the Altanerkhi, a dear friend of mine hails from your people." Oyun's brow furrows. He is undeserving of elaboration still. "What purpose did you serve them? What title did you hold?"
Mongolian. Mandarin. English.