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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2026 6:01 pm
Dorin may have been king, but sometimes he had more to do than make gradsweeping changes. Today, those tasks werewalking with hissonEiunarr. Einarr, whom wasold enough now to begin picking up some skill besides admittedly excellent storytelling, and Dorin was emerging from the forge area with his son and shopok himnself out. "And that," Dorin finished, "Is why there's usually a Surtr firewatcher." "I mean, Ilike that..." Einarr admitted. "But it's kindof hot. And--" Einarr paused ashe looked towards the entrance to the area the dwarves called "Dvergrheim". A large cavern decorated with ancient paintings, while many could enter, fewdared. Some found proximity to the volcano unsettling, however the dwavcesdid accept any brave enough, so when there was movementm, it drew attention. Like now. Dorin'searsflicked curiously as Einarrmoved tostand beside his father, no less small, but a bit mnore lithe as the younger prince tilted his head in curiousity. Dorin hummed. "I wonder who that might be...?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2026 6:50 pm
 Mzaha had settled quite nicely into her role at the Queen of the Dwarves. Initially, as a rogue joining, she had felt intimidated by the detailed traditions and specific clans and roles within them, which were dictated by the color of your coat, rather than your personal mettle. And while she didn't agree with every tradition that had been passed down, she quickly came to realize that as the Queen, she had sway over new traditions that would be made. She got to studying up on the laws and stories of the pride's lengthy history, and along the way, she had a litter of four beautiful cubs, now grown.
Grown, and already discussing their future engagements!
Aurum, the firstborn and therefore the heir, had approached her and his father about beginning to seek his life partner and future queen. Mzaha had been pushing Kulta to send his traders further towards the pridelands to seek if they had any interest in an alliance, or a political marriage and had received back the news that they had an eligible princess of their own, or a Lady, as they called her.
That alone was so much to plan, so much to consider, so much to negotiate... She had been spending her day picking apart minds of her historians in Durin about common practices for alliances, when she was called away by the news that there was someone who had come to the mountain from the roguelands: a lioness who claimed to come to discuss with the leadership matters of her own pride.
There was no time to glamour herself up to take in the guest. Once her husband learned someone from another pride was seeking his counsel, he'd go straight there, and so should she. She had enough time to swipe her tongue over her paw, and her paw over her ears, before hurrying down to their receiving platform. Not immediately seeing her husband, she moved further down the mountain and found him standing closer to the entrance. She flowed down the remaining steps like water and came to stand beside her husband, and her youngest son.
"Dorin, Einarr, we have a guest." She said and moved over to Einarr, licking his mane to make him more presentable. She would not bathe the King, but her cub was not as fortunate. Once she was satisfied, she turned around and muttered. "I've heard she comes to speak to us, Dorin, from another pride. Einarr, sit up straighter if you're going to be joining us." She told him under her breath, before turning her gaze to the newcomer.
"You may approach, stranger. By what name do we call you, and from where do you hail?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2026 4:45 am
 Misha had placed one cold paw in front of the other to get here.
The journey had been long and cold, she traveled along the mountains, at least the cold was something she was familiar with. At least they were still in the mountain ranges, just not hers usual one. She had waited in the darkness of the entrance and her pets made her barely visible, watching the royal family adjust themselves, their queen fussing over what must be her son. She adjusted her shoulder some, the soft leather bag on her shoulder didn’t make noise but it has a little more than a message inside. She had enough time to groom some before she heard movement in the royal hall, ridding her fur of melting snow and cleaning her fetlocks of ice that a built up in the fur. She had no more gotten done when the movement had stopped somewhat closer to the entrance where she stood. She shook her pelt one last time just straighten most of the kinks out and ran a curled paw over her head a time or two. She was as ready as she was going to be.
Then she was addressed by the Queen who nothing slips past and she took a breath, speaking to royals and nobility took a type of panache she had to keep in mind. With her head up and the aurora gleaming across her dark body she took one smooth step after another into the light, once completely in the room she lowered her head in a smooth bow, her forelock falling over her face a little bit, with her head down she started to speak, her voice as a little higher pitched one, it was a stable solid tone and had a clarity to it, befitting a Harold or messenger.
She wore a soft brown leather bag with golden filagree sewn into it on her shoulder, it also had the snowflake insignia, which belonged to the Snowglades royal family crested on the front of her bag.
“Greeting from Kilimanjaro your majesties. I am Misha, messenger and Harold of the Snowglades Royal Family.” She lifted her mask marked face and offered a polite and confident smile, her blue starburst eyes only combed the group a moment before she continued, her eyes lingering a moment on the Prince who indeed was one strapping and handsome lion, but her respect showed nicely as her eyes didn’t linger long and corrected back to the royal pair. The Queen was so beautiful and had such power, if nothing else she had to keep from staring at her in awe. “ King Frost Fall and Queen Shiva have sent me to offer invitations to those who Rule Under the Mountain. I also bring homage to gift to His Majesty King Dorin and to Her Benevolence Queen Mzaha.” Her eyes had a certain sparkle of admiration whenever she mentioned the queen, pale rose pinks and softened whites only made the queen‘s purple gaze feel more piercing or even possibly honoring. Misha did not stammer, her voice was clear and her words did not fumble, She wasn’t cold and empty, and it didn’t sound recited. There was a smoothness to her, an ear mark of one who dances with shadows, but ending her statements to the Royal family with a soft nod and a smile gave the feeling of what she said a welcoming feeling, and it showed that she is not without charm, even if it was being dialed down.
Being used to dealing with royals, makes one able to swallow the nervousness that they feel and act upon moving forward with your best paw first.
She knew Royals like to speak and wish to be informed of things quickly. Their time is valuable so she waited for their response if they were to accept homage and wished to be handed their message or some Royals have someone that approaches you should take parcels. She has no idea what to expect. These are dwarfs.
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2026 7:58 am
"SoIsee!" Doriun beamed to huis mate with a bright, wide smile. Helovedcompany - really, Doriun just loved everybody. While thestocky,smaller male was more than capable of battle, he was generally affable otherwise, andalweays gave the benefit of the doubt first. He gave Mzaha a loving lick - a kiss to her ear really - and pranced to greet Misha.
"Welcome to Dvergrheim my dear! Please, make yourself comfortable. Are you hungry?" A pause. "Ah. Forgive me. I am King Dorin, of the Dwarvenlands. Please, make yourself comfortable, nop sense not taking a moment to rest. Einarr--"
Einarr sighed. He knew hisfather was the affable sort,and heapproached, boiwing politely.
"I'm Prince Einarr. Welcome to Dvewrgrheim." Einarr greeted, then relaxed with 'boring duty' done. "We don't see a lot of travellers! What brings you here?" Einarr asked curiouslky. The onlyt rogue he knew to come regularly was... Motte3's mate?And frankjly, Mioyo kind of freightened him, too.
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