By the time it is the afternoon, Lakshmi could not have worked herself up into a worse possible state. Perhaps a testament to Magni's skill at keeping things to herself. But Lakshmi suspected nothing. Less than nothing, and that is perhaps what caused this mess to begin with.
It was a hard thing when your wife, whom you had birthed the children of, whom she devoted her days too, who she stood beside and ruled with, over their people - could not even remember her birthday.
Not a word, from everyone else, every woman in the Hold, every brother and son that wished her well as she went by. But her wife? She was more silent than usual. Guilty, maybe, she hardly knew it was not like Lakshmi worked daily to make sure they talked when it was important. Stranger than that. Worse than her silence, she felt like she was being avoided, like she was being sent away. Perhaps best she has ample distraction by way of a girl that had been born and the parents had requested her to preside over her naming. ( So given the name for her, for sharing her birthday ).
Being furious was easier when she slammed the door open. Striding into the room by long strides. Glittering from the ceremony earlier today and - furious. Every inch of her as she walks forward. Snatching the book from her to shut it heavily with a snap.
"Reading? You spent today reading?" Normally she would never dare raise her voice until they were alone, not in front of anyone except their very closest. But as far as she is presently aware, she is alone.
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It was a hard thing when your wife, whom you had birthed the children of, whom she devoted her days too, who she stood beside and ruled with, over their people - could not even remember her birthday.
Not a word, from everyone else, every woman in the Hold, every brother and son that wished her well as she went by. But her wife? She was more silent than usual. Guilty, maybe, she hardly knew it was not like Lakshmi worked daily to make sure they talked when it was important. Stranger than that. Worse than her silence, she felt like she was being avoided, like she was being sent away. Perhaps best she has ample distraction by way of a girl that had been born and the parents had requested her to preside over her naming. ( So given the name for her, for sharing her birthday ).
Being furious was easier when she slammed the door open. Striding into the room by long strides. Glittering from the ceremony earlier today and - furious. Every inch of her as she walks forward. Snatching the book from her to shut it heavily with a snap.
"Reading? You spent today reading?" Normally she would never dare raise her voice until they were alone, not in front of anyone except their very closest. But as far as she is presently aware, she is alone.