[PRP] Songs and Stories for a Serious Susan [Bjort x Eir]

[oo Ded]

"She robbed him blind, emptied the den,
took all the loot and finally when

our noble hero returns he sees
his coffers as empty as the breeze~"

It was a warm and still afternoon. There was a a relative, almost eerie silence around the dens, save for the warm tones of a bard's voice. Bjort continued to hum to himself as he weaved through the lands. His head was held high and there was what could almost be described as a bounce in his step. His mood seemed to be a departure from the atmosphere of the pride recently. There had been a decent amount of change: a change in the warlord, in the pridal norms, stormlords even the world around them seemed like it had changed.

If any of it had dulled the bard's shine, he didn't seem to show it. At least not on the surface. Things were always changing, he figured. As far as Bjort was concerned, it just meant more subject matter.

Sure, Bjort had his personal beliefs on what was the best social order, but it wasn't his place to be political. At least, not in any serious way. The bard had his own way of expressing his opinions on the way of the world.  

[SilverLutz]

It was a rare quiet day in the lands of the Stormborn, one with still air and oppressive heat that promised one of their famous storms not long in the making. For now, though, it was a bit sunny and Eir decided to capitalize on the good if unusual weather, taking a walk through the pride to get to the rocky cliffs that lined the ocean to enjoy the sounds of the sea while sunning herself. She passed through the den area, making her way to the shore, when an all-too familiar voice carried through the otherwise silent air.

Turning slightly to her left she spotted the dark form of Bjort striding through the homes of the heroes he was singing of, a bit of pep in his step and a rather jovial tone to his voice. It was good to see someone in such good spirits given the state of the pride recently - since the famine, really - and Eir found her paws taking her in the direction of her long-suffering friend.

"A cheerful tune for a rather unfortunate topic," Eir said, looking at the dark male with an amused smirk on her face. While the Lawspeaker was generally on the more stoic side, she did have a bit of a playful edge to her that her family and friends got to see. She couldn't have everyone thinking she enjoyed a laugh, though. Not when it was hard enough being a female with the title she had. With the current Warlord it was hard to garner respect from certain males who believed the place of a female was in the den, keeping it tidy for him to return to. Blech.

oo DeD

 

[oo Ded]

As Eir's dark figure came into his view, Bjort smiled. It was an expression that became wide and toothy as they approached one another. "Ah, fair Lawspeaker Eir. I must have pleased the Stormlords somehow, that I might be graced with your company." Bjort seemed to address everyone this way. A little bit of charm and harmless flirtation with every greeting.

He noted her smirking expression. Lawspeakers seemed to have the tendency of being rather… stoic. Eir, historically, seemed to be no exception. The stereotype was warranted, he supposed. Certainly nowadays, and certainly for the lionesses who held any sort of meaningful rank around here. Inwardly, Bjort shuddered to himself. What and existence it must be, he thought, to have to live such a serious life.

"Yes, well, it seems fitting for the time, hm? Bright tunes for days that are… well. Different." For days that were not so bright, for some. Not that he would say such words so explicitly. Bjort was all for political criticism and satire. Just, ones that were wrapped in some sort of artistic flair.

"It's one of the more requested ones nowadays, believe it or not. The valiant warrior taken advantage of by the angry wife." He hummed thoughtfully to himself before looking back to her.

"And how have you been doing, dear? Working hard? Hardly working~?"

SilverLutz