Thread: After the War (Razgriz x Lagertha)

I understand you may not see the differences in our eating style. The nutrition of the food will always remain the same, but I fear the Iron Wolves ways of eating and presenting them differ from everyone else. In fact, I only know of one other clan to the north that acts in such a similar manner. Tiri'ol looked at him, her brows twitching at Orgoth's ignorance. No doubt it was very similar to talking to an infant, except the infants knew better than to question the king. Tiri'ol had put down her spoon, not even eating a third of her bowl of soup as she sighed. You didn't eat a lot, my lady. One of the kitsune on the long table near her noticed. Tiri'ol smiled nodding her head to the kitsune,, no doubt her conversation with Orgoth had made her stomach uneasy. Are you alright? The kitsune asked, concerned. I'll be fine. I'm just not hungry anymore. Tiri'ol admitted watching the children and the rest of the kitsune finish eating. The bakers were the first ones done, and they got up to help remove plates as the kitsune finished though one came over to Tiri'ol noticing her bowl still nearly full. I'll make sure to bring some food to your hut later, my lady. The kitsune had a long white beard, black glasses against his dark skin. Tiri'ol looked up at the man, watching as he took her bowl and she smiled at him sweetly. You must eat my lady, it worries us when you don't. The male muttered to her, knowing the guards could hear him no doubt but perhaps Orgoth wouldn't. You are too sweet Yade, thank you. I appreciate your concern, if it'll put you at ease I would much enjoy such a thing. Yade smiled, nodding his head to the queen before moving away from the table. Only, he stopped with the other bakers bringing empty dishes back as Orgoth's lips split and raddled the table. His belch was loud enough to not only shook the entire kitsune, but to shake the entire large oak table and to shatter a few glasses. All the kitsune, including Queen Tiri'ol, looked at Orgoth with wide eyes. The children laughed, some slamming their fists on the table, and Tiri'ol watched as one tried to open their mouth to mimic him. She jumped onto her feet, knocking her chair down in the process as she slammed her hands on the table. Enough! Tiri'ol's brows furrowed, agitated beyond belief as she glared at Orgoth then the children mimicing him. Miwa, I expect you to teach Orgoth some table manners for tomorrow morning. Laiq'pa! Get the children, take them to their huts. Until Orgoth learns how we eat properly the children are to remain in their huts to feast. I won't have any complaints, I will not tolerate such savagery in our home, and I will not have our children mimic it. Laiq'pa was one of the maidens who took care of the children. Surprised she nodded her head before standing up, getting the rest of the maidens to stand up as well and usher out the children. I understand the Iron Wolves do things differently, but you are our quest, and you are to comply to how we do things. This is to be an exchange so you can see how we live and live like us, not try to make our children act like you. Tiri'ol's teeth were barred, her eyes turning to glare at the guard that had been laughing at the matter. I want you to help Miwa teach him some manners. This may be funny to you, but this is not the way to guard or lead. I'm disappointed in your actions. The hall was silent, it wasn't often Tiri'ol got mad, but everyone knew better than to defy her. I understand the Iron Wolves are great warriors with no comparison, but us kitsune are known for our rituals, love, and manners. I apologize Sir Orgoth, but if you can not come to learn the terms and way of our people I'm not sure I can keep you inside my city walls. Tiri'ol wasn't trying to start a war, but she couldn't have a brute going mad inside her walls disturbing her entire way of life and order. With those last words in mind, Tiri'ol left the feasting hut. The other kitsune were quiet, going about cleaning up the hall after Tiri'ol had stormed out. Yuit had stayed behind, moving to follow Tiri'ol out. He gripped her agitated hand as they walked back to Queen Tiri'ol's hut in silence. No doubt, Yuit had not wanted to be away from her any longer after the meal, and he knew Tiri'ol. She had been raising him for the last seventeen years as her own children since his parents death. He made you really angry.. Yuit proclaimed when they got inside of Tiri'ol's hut. He was climbing along the walls, on branches that lined the inside of her house. You haven't been that angry since the purging of the priest, when he wiped out several kitsune villages. Yuit remembered, he had been only ten at the time. Still an infant at this age, but he had known enough to know what had happened. That was different Yuit. He exterminated us like rats for not worshiping his God. He annihilated two thirds of our entire population. We used to stretch from the sea to the mountains peacefully. Now? We only remain near the water. Tiri'ol's arm was extending pointing further north where the mountains were. She remembered the kitsune in the mountains, their pearl white fur, the firey markings on their skin. Most of them fled here, or tried to from the mountains. I gave them shelter, I gave them somewhere to work, I gave them back everything they lost. Everything but the other nine tails. Tiri'ol closed her eyes sighing and rubbing her forehead. I can't stand that type of ignorance, the type Orgoth is flashing in my face. It's the same look the priest gave to me when he told me he would eliminate our whole kind. Tiri'ol moved over to her vanity, siting down as she gripped her hair with both hands. I know I wanted him gone and that he's scary, but..he's not the Priest. You told me only the Priest's followers remained, but that giant's kind helped us get rid of him! Yuit knew he didn't like Orgoth, his ill manners and scary stature, but he knew his was also not good for Tiri'ol. Miwa will teach him our eating manners.. Yuit had learned from Miwa as well, as much as the children learned things from the guards when Tiri'ol was too busy maintaining other things. Yuit also knew Tiri'ol didn't enjoy not being able to control the situation. For she was a leader, and she needed to control what she could. Will you eat something when Yade comes with the food? Yuit wondered worriedly. He remembered Queen Tiri'ol barely eating during the purging. She had barely slept at all either, too stressed with the task of taming the madness that was before her. Now? She had to tame the madness of a beast she had let inside her home. I'm the Queen Yuit! If I don't want to eat, I won't! Tiri'ol banged her fists into her vanity, shaking everything on top of it and causing Yuit to jump on his perch in surprise.