Tusk Love

The Agreement

"Now, friend let me introduce you to my family" said Wolfgang clasping Oskar around the sholder and the two men walked towards the vardo.

He opened the door he continued in the entry "I am the gracious host Wolfgang, the pleasure being it mine, my loving vife and mother of my children, Etta"

A lovely woman stood by the fire, vailed in a violet shall, her dress a light valley blue and a simple brown apron about her waste. She was a delicate woman, with only the slightest set of wrinkles about her face that showed that she had put on a bit of age. She smiled though her shiften vail and then continued her work. The same blue eyes as her daughter and same thin face as her son, she had made beautiful children and all be it unconventional a beautiful home.

"My lovely children you have met my son Staven, he is sturdy boy, takes after me, strong" Staven appeared in the door of the Vardo and then slinked outside with a bow and arrow.

"My pride and joy, my jewel, my daughter Genevieve" the tall woman appeared before Oscar in the kitchen of the vardo. She looked between her mother and father and then curtsied to Oskar not looking at him now. So different from the brave and brash young woman he had met only moments before. The woman slid from the room easily leaving the three to go about their business as if she were nothing at all.

But Oskar watched her as she left and her eyes lingered on him as she went.

"Etta, this is Oskar he eat with us tonight yes?" Said Wolfgang he was not asking yet telling her and yet still Oskar was sure the woman looked up at him with a discerning eye.

Etta then took a moment to inspect Oskar looking him over before she nodded her approval with a stern face. Then as if nothing had just happened she turned back to the potatos that were freshly steaming and chopped into cubes before sliding back into the pot.

"Tell me about yourselves then," Oskar said as Wolfgang lead him back outside towards a warm fire. Genevieve had moved logs for the group to sit on, and set about making camp for the night.

"Oh, there is not much to tell. We travel across Wildmount from city to city selling our goods, we are on our way to Druvenlode right now. What do you do for work?" Said Wolfram turning the question back on Oskar who was watching Genevieve with intent eyes, watching her silk like movements.

"Me? well I was a shiphand for a while, but I got a contract up in Felderwind awaiting me." He met Wolframs eyes to be clear that he was not watching his daughter. Even if he had been. There was a moment of stillness then.

Genevieve asked quietly as she sired the fire "Why the change?"

"Genevieve let the men talk." her father told her. She looked away from them out into the darkness of the night and Oskar wondered if she was embarrassed or angry.

"I am a mercenary," Oskar said with a shrug answering Genevieve. The light of the fire danced in them changing the browns to green and piercing her heart. He looked directly at her and she moved her head only the slightest to see him. The way he looked at her, her breath was taken.

She blushed and then sat down baking bread over the fire. the smell of the warm oats and grain opened up around them and Oskar smiled as his eyes were transfixed on her once more. Then away again as to not give anything away he watched the wilderness easily as if for bandits.

As Oskar and Wolfgang talked, Oskar couldn't help but have his eyes drawn to the veiled figure of Genevieve. Something about her drew Oskars attention. The way she moved like water and vailed silk. The way she spoke as easy as laughter caught on the wind, her smoky steal blue eyes, something caught and tugged at him. He refused to look, but his eyes were torn. If Wolfram suspected anything beyond a flirtatious glance he said nothing.