Fennick, dear, let's chat

[Fennick]

Fennick had the sense to look a little embarrassed. It was a little ironic, he’d been steadfastly prepared to label Gallows a trouble maker, then he’d gone and screwed the pooh himself. Life was funny like it, it had a way of surprising you. That being said, the large stallion stood by his slightly misbegotten plan. Stealing an Amazon princess, through no effort of his own, had turned out rather well for everyone. It was a good idea on Hestia’s part, to turn trade dignitaries. The face that the dignitary was his daughter was only upsetting for personal reasons, and personal reasons had to be set aside.

“Ah yes, that.” Fennick’s embarrassed look turned a little devilish.

“I’m glad you approve. The Amazons would be a powerful alliance for us. Theft is certainly a roundabout way of establishing that a friendship, but I guess we’ll see what can come of it.” In some ways it made sense. Strength met well with strength, and putting Lagertha in a mind to compromise with him had ended better than expected. Unless Fennick had read her signals wrong, she had also considered running him through. Nobody cold ever say he wasn’t prepared to sacrifice for his kingdom.

“What is it that they say? The best defense is a good offense?” Another big smile. While Fennick was certainly the type of man who would rather stay in than go out for a night on the town, he also knew that kingdoms needed to estalbish themselves, needed to show power or else be considered weak. The Valley would not be weak, he was quite sure he and Gallows agreed on that. At her statement he looked to the fire wall.

“It does block the view.” Since it had gone up Fennick had missed the towering views of the peaks around them. The big stallion shrugged.

“But, you have to admit its useful. If you and Eight can design something better you’ll hear no complaints from me. Truth be told I’m not overly concerned about our security. An alarm may be enough.” Fennick employed a “let them come” theory to invasion. It wasn’t just hubris. He was fully confident that they could weather and defeat an attack from any kingdom, save perhaps the one that was their ally. He would honestly love to see someone try. Fennick was smiling now, and not just because his heart beat a little faster at the idea of war. No, somehow, this felt right. He liked the feeling that they were working towards something real and important. At Gallows next statement, however, he scowled again and gave her an exasperated expression that was becoming a trademark.

“Yes, yes. Let me have my fun. There’s nothing in this for me unless I can scowl at you.” And with that he grinned cheerfully and ironically, just to show her that he was having fun and stepping up, as she put it. His statement wasn’t completely true. There was plenty “in it” for him. Scowling at Gallows was just an added bonus. Fennick relieved an itch on his face and remembered another point he meant to discuss.

"What do you think about the tattoos? We have several newcomers." Fennick had grown rather fond of his tattoo, and was happy to keep it. Whether it should be required was a different matter. Not to mention their installation hinged on the availability of Flamevein.