The description of their children closely and ensconced in their usual games did indeed settle any residual jitters left in the Sunspear’s mind. A busy mother was entitled to reservations, when beginning to leave her young ones to their own devices; they would not be babes forever, and she would have to learn to let them alone for these longer stretches. Bold Nizho, gentle Asavvi. Megaera trusted that they would find their way back to her at day’s end.

She started to reach forward again, ready to resume the lazy grooming that the pair indulged in during their rare quiet moments together, but Einarr was already taking his own step back and so she tucked her chin to watch him, dark eyes smoldering in the provocative and teasing gaze only he received. His brow was lifted and the stud positively burst with evident pride and Meg waited, thinking she could guess what was coming.

"Einarr Gladiator.”

Of course, there was no one better. She smirked a bit herself, amused at his expression of satisfaction and determined, at least for a moment, to take this opportunity to tease him a bit. Her chin lifted, and she gazed down her nose at him for a few breaths of a moment “I suppose you’ll do a decent job.” For a moment she held that stance, her own brow arching slowly as if she was scrutinizing his ability to live up to the title. It soon broke though, and she grinned in earnest, beaming at the stallion with a pride that matched his own. Of course he would be Gladiator, none matched his drive or dedication and Meg (though she knew Ampere to be a fierce fighter in her own right) was more comfortable with someone a little less volatile at the head of the Throat’s fighters.

Her laughter was low and easy, ready to soothe any ruffled feathers from her mate if he mistook her jest. She moved forward, closing the gap (that damnable gap) between them. Her neck pressed into his own and she nipped at the inky blackness along his withers. “Yer hash eves lajak, akka jin haj mahrazh, fin tikh Gladiator fin vo yer? She purred the words into his skin thinking he would appreciate the shift to his language. What woman shouldn’t stroke her man’s ego when he deserved it? Anna Einarr, ajjin jin vezhven ki khasar.”

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Translation
“Yer hash eves lajak, akka jin haj mahrazh, fin tikh Gladiator fin vo yer?" - "You are a fierce warrior and a strong man, who would be Gladiator if not you?"
"Anna Einarr, ajjin jin vezhven ki khasar." - "My Einarr, greatest of the (generals/bloodriders)."