The echoes around winds and storms suggest some kind of political unrest. A succession crisis, perhaps? Ajax did say they are either too late or too early for it to be 'safe' and with eight sons who could inherit the throne...
There is a moment of raw WANT cut with loneliness from Ajax when Skellig wraps his arm around Kreyu's shoulders. Their partnership, their friendship, the intimacy in that easy exchange of touch and position...Ajax is startled by the strength of the desire for what they have between them that surges in him. Startled enough that he has to cover it with an unplanned sip of wine, cover up such weakness in himself. A cover up that would work a lot better against two people who couldn't LITERALLY sense emotions, but he has no way of knowing that.
"I expect matters to sort themselves out in a few moons," he continues after he's settled himself a little. "Though I can't say which wind will be the prevailing one once the storms are over."
"And what of you, Prince Ajax? Will you still be brightening this House when the storms are over?" She is concerned for Ajax's well being. What she's seen of him, sensed from him, is stirring her compassion for him.
"Your concern is touching, Lady Kreyu, truly." Ajax is being entirely sincere, is truly touched. "Only the Fates can speak with certainty of the future, but my hope is that I am not so tall that the winds are in a hurry to knock me over."
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There is a moment of raw WANT cut with loneliness from Ajax when Skellig wraps his arm around Kreyu's shoulders. Their partnership, their friendship, the intimacy in that easy exchange of touch and position...Ajax is startled by the strength of the desire for what they have between them that surges in him. Startled enough that he has to cover it with an unplanned sip of wine, cover up such weakness in himself. A cover up that would work a lot better against two people who couldn't LITERALLY sense emotions, but he has no way of knowing that.
"I expect matters to sort themselves out in a few moons," he continues after he's settled himself a little. "Though I can't say which wind will be the prevailing one once the storms are over."
"And what of you, Prince Ajax? Will you still be brightening this House when the storms are over?" She is concerned for Ajax's well being. What she's seen of him, sensed from him, is stirring her compassion for him.
"Your concern is touching, Lady Kreyu, truly." Ajax is being entirely sincere, is truly touched. "Only the Fates can speak with certainty of the future, but my hope is that I am not so tall that the winds are in a hurry to knock me over."