The Winds of Tepr

Chapter 5

Naci and Temej make their way back to the Alinkar settlement, the caught hare swinging gently from Temej's saddle. The sky is a canvas of deep blues and golden hues as the day begins to lean towards evening. The settlement comes alive with the sounds of children playing and adults engaging in jovial conversation as they go about their evening routines.

Horohan stands at the outskirts of the settlement, in silent anticipation against the bustling background. As they approach, a teasing smile curls on his lips, already having a pretty good hunch about the outcome of their playful competition.

Naci dismounts with a graceful yet somewhat resigned fluidity, her face a canvas of mixed emotions. The dual feelings of disappointment at her loss and awe at Sartak's abilities wrestle visibly in her expressive eyes.

Stepping forward, her hands animatedly recount the adventure, the chagrin clear in her tone as she relives the moments of the chase. "I have to admit, Sartak is something else. The way he spotted and caught that hare was ... incredible."

Temej follows suit, alighting from his horse with a proud yet humble grin, Sartak majestically perched on his arm. He shares a look with Horohan, the sparkle in his eyes revealing a deep-seated pride in his eagle's prowess, a pride mirrored in Horohan's appreciative nod.

The conversation shifts gears as Naci, now pacing slightly, hands on her hips, makes a spirited declaration, "You know what, I am going to get an eagle of my own! I refuse to be outdone by a bird, no matter how majestic."

Horohan, leaning back, crosses his arms, his posture slightly aloof yet with a clear affection shimmering in his eyes as he watches Naci. There's amusement in his stance, a silent chuckle hidden in the slight upturn of his lips. His eyes, momentarily distant, refocus as he absorbs her vibrant energy, finding her determination both cute and somewhat endearing.

Amidst the chatter and merry-making, a deep, resonant voice suddenly silences the crowd. All heads turn, seeking the source of the command, and eyes settle on the Alinkar chieftain, Horohan's father, standing tall and proud.

The newlyweds, are taken by surprise as the chieftain beckons them forward, placing them squarely at the center of attention. There's a touch of nervous anticipation in Naci's eyes, unfamiliar with the customs of her new home, while Horohan stands a touch straighter, ever the respectful son.

"People of Alinkar," he begins, "today, our family has grown. We have not only welcomed a new bride into our midst but also embraced a union that promises a future of strength and prosperity."

He turns his gaze to Naci, his eyes softening with paternal warmth. "Naci, daughter of the Jabliu, with your spirit, courage, and determination, you have already shown that you carry the heart of a true Alinkar. Together, you and Horohan represent the dawning of a new era for our clan. To Naci and Horohan," he proclaims, "May your days be filled with joy, your nights with dreams, and your life with love."

As one, the rest of the settlement joins in a resounding chorus, echoing the chieftain's sentiments. "To Naci and Horohan!" they chant, their voices carrying the weight of genuine affection.

Temej, recognizing the familiar ritualistic undertone of the moment, smirks, mischief evident in his youthful eyes. Leaning into Naci, he whispers, "You might want to prepare yourself for some of our ... traditional welcomes." Straightening up, he adds, louder this time, "I'll leave for today. Remember, Naci, come see me tomorrow morning for your eagle." With a wink, he gracefully turns.

However, before either can process or react, a whirlwind of color and laughter descends upon them. A boisterous group of Alinkar women, among them the vibrant figures of Ailana and Sarnai, sweep in. With animated chatter and bursts of laughter, they seize Naci's hands, gently but insistently pulling her toward one of the larger yurts.