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[ The worst news to reach the kingdom in a while was of the collapse. It was an important trade route, and without it they were nearly blockaded from the very things that kept them alive - so, within hours, they were moving swiftly to the war room, maps laid out on tables with scattered figures, compass and markers.

Bao sat at the head of the table, looking remarkably unwell; he was penning a note with a bottle of black ink, though he'd been laying low lately and no-one had seen him in quite a while. He was pale, shaven head slick with sweat, and occasionally he'd reach up and dab his temple with a soft cloth, elbows resting on the table in front of him. It hid him from the chest down, an intentional choice, as he'd had diplomatic business to conduct previous and it was a matter of decorum.

To his right, murmuring in their native language, a tall, weedy omega stood with both palms on the table, studying the topography of the land - his hair was greying, left loose and so long it pooled at his feet, and he nodded and stepped back in deference when the door opened.

Mal had Pallo's arm, and Dhani Umber's, fingers linked in at his elbow. ]

Go ahead, Aahan. We've discussed this. [ No need to defer to him. He never requested it. The older man stepped forward again. Bao lifted his hand away from his parchment and clutched the pen so tightly his fingers turned white, silent, and then finally spoke up without lifting his eyes. ]

I regret that we're meeting again on such terms, and please accept my condolences for what's occurred. Aahan is attempting to plot a secondary trade route, as far as I understand it. We'll lend as many men as we can to help clear the tunnel, but the kingdom is large and securing them is not an expedient process, as I'm sure you can imagine.

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[ The news shouldn't have been shocking for the travelers. This sort of thing has been happening for a long time, it's the entire reason for their journey... But it doesn't make it any easier to hear.

Marl had left the boys, trusting them to do what was necessary while she helps roll out communication and notes of summons. So many hastily-written letters. So many birds.

Pallo seems to be taking it all well enough. He's concerned, his frown a grim line on his otherwise attentive face as he takes in the spread of information on the table more than the people around it. ] May I? [ He gestures to one of the maps before approaching, apparently forgetting that he's continuing to tug Mal alongside himself. Fresh eyes on the page will surely help. After some inspection, he'll be able to offer information to the older man in quiet, polite whispers and markers while Umber handles the boring (in Pallo's opinion) parts.

Maybe it's only boring because of the stiff, bland expression Umber tends to wear during things of this nature, although this one in particular is strange. More forced than usual. ] Anything is appreciated. [ His voice is even as ever, but it's his eyes in particular that signal something is wrong.

Bao has been a pleasant presence. Umber has decided he rather likes him, so the state of Bao now should concern him... but Umber doesn't seem to see him, even though he's looking straight at him. Or at some point near his shoulder, at least. He's distracted, half here in the war room and half in his own mind, struggling to sort it all out.

It's stupid. He should be talking more. Leading? Maybe not. This isn't his place to lead. His place is far away, inaccessible to him now. He shouldn't have left it in the first place, like he'd been told.

What is that? Guilt? Shame? It's a nasty feeling either way. ]

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[ In fairness, tugging Mal along isn't an especially bad idea - he follows quite easily, and with his knowledge of the entire territory from scouting coupled with Aahan's maps, the three of them can work together, easily enough. Moving markers, discussions, talking in hushed tones as Bao and Umber discuss the logistics. ]

Umber. [ Bao calls his attention back, finally lifting dark, dark eyes to watch him. ] I promise you, we will do everything in our power to help you sort this. Consider it the official handshake of alliance. [ Although Mal and Pallo had sort of decided that on their own, didn't they? ] I have talented men and women waiting at the border with medical supplies and equipped to triage from the tunnel. Nearby villages have been told to open their doors to those in need. What else, [ --can we do, was the end of the sentence, laid off to dangle as he clenched his pen.

Dhani reached up to rub circles between Umber's shoulders with his fingertips, gentle and grounding.

Bao clears his throat and starts again, deliberate and focused like he's looking right into Umber's soul. ] This was an act of nature, and she bows to no one. Know that, if nothing else.
[ It's not your fault. ]

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[ The calling of his name reels him in, brings the world around him back in to focus. Mal and Pallo are chattering with an unfamiliar face, absorbed in their talks, while Bao and Dhani provide comfort through voice and touch. It's unnecessary of them. They have no obligation to reassure, afford him patience, or offer their help... But they do. And he's grateful for it.

It helps him center himself, get at least somewhat back on track. Bao has covered immediate medical attention and temporary lodging- a solid start. ] I should go there. See what the damage is. [ Determine whether or not the passage is worth saving, or if it'd be more beneficial to carve a new route. ]

Nahar is just on the other side. If the pass was hit hard enough to collapse, I'm sure the city was too. [ He sighs, frowns. Reaches up to rub a hand over his forehead, where an ache is already starting to settle. ] That would be our priority. [ It's a diplomatic way of saying we'll get around to clearing the route when we can. They have to allocate their manpower wisely, aid one disaster at a time; they simply don't have access to the number of bodies that Sankharthali does.

Umber is starting to piece together some sort of strategy, but a nagging part of his attention keeps getting drawn back to Bao's sickly state. Should he even be here...? Well, it's none of his business either way, is it. He shouldn't ask.]

Are you all right? [ So much for that. He asks it quietly, at least... ]

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[ Bao nods, sage and quiet; Dhani does, too. ] You can take horses if you need. I can secure an escort party to send with you - Mal'aat knows the newer cadets better than I, but if it's up to him, he'll probably hand-select our entire scouting troop--? [ It's a question. He turns his eyes up to Mal, who just grins lopsided and sheepish at him. Yes, he will. ] Pallo, do you plan to go with him?

[ A question of logistics, mostly. Secure more horses, more men, more supplies. They have enough to spare, as a country that exists mostly in peacetime and who deals in alliances and diplomacy, not in war; they're not called to anywhere else outside of tiny skirmishes. He huffs a small, humorless laugh under his breath. ] Oh, delightful. Just in day three of labor with a pair of children that are insistent on taking their time.

[ And then, lifting his eyes to raise both brows at Umber, as if to say I know, don't scold me, he continues: ] I'd like to make sure we have things in order. Don't worry. [ I know what I'm doing. That's how we do things here. And then, of course, just in case I die in childbirth, Gods forbid, but that's not the part he says aloud, nor the warning that they may very well crack his narrow hips on the way out. Bao clears his throat and moves to pen another letter of official orders. ] Scouts, then, if Mal'aat insists. They're an excellent party, he and I trained and led them ourselves. If Mal trusts them, so do I. And so should you.

[ Mal pipes up again, suddenly. ] Aanya will stay here and guide as she's always done. I'll go with them. Saanvi may want to come with us. [ Bao rolls his eyes at the concept of their feral middle sister joining - she's more than competent and an asset to have, and will only really bully her siblings - but looks between both Umber and Pallo for their input. ]

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[ Pallo answers to the affirmative, managing a quick, private little half-smile at Mal. It's quickly dropped in favor of an expression somewhere between startled and confused, directed at Bao. Surely he hadn't heard him right?

Umber, likewise, appears disgruntled by Bao's answer. This is no place for you, he wants to say; he should be resting, surrounded by attendants and focusing on delivery. Surely it shouldn't take three days? That's not normal, is it...? Then again, he wouldn't know. Births aren't something he sees much of.

That look aimed in his direction is what stops him from piping up in protest... But Pallo, evidently, is immune. ] You're what? [ So much for "don't worry." Pallo looks to Dhani, questions written all over his face and a hand raising to gesture at Bao in bewilderment, as if to say are you hearing this?

Umber quite agrees with the sentiment, even though he clears his throat and pretends he heard nothing about labor. He may not have much practical knowledge on the topic, but he does know that birthing omegas can be horrifically stubborn and sometimes downright vicious- this isn't the time to push one.

Business first, scolding second. ] We'll take everyone Mal'aat deems necessary. How long until we're able to move?

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[ They're not wrong. It's not where Bao should be, but the way things generally are isn't the situation he's been put into - he's had no desire to nest, carries himself like he hates everything about himself instead of the doting joy they'd find in other omegas. He was, before this, alone in his quarters with someone coming round to check on him now and again, but... work needed to be done.

I know, mouths Dhani, later. He'll explain elsewhere. Out of here.

The older man speaks for the first time to the room and not directly to Pallo. ] He and I have plotted the fastest secondary course, since the tunnel is out.

[ Another contraction seizes Bao and he clenches his pen, nodding, waiting it out before he speaks. ] I can have you out of the city by sunrise. I'd prefer to go with you, but there's no guarantee I'll be in any shape to ride out and would just be a liability.

[ Dhani nods, sagely. His advisor will take his post, as she always does. Nothing to even think twice about. ] We'll be ready. I trust they're already preparing?

[ Bao can't help but smile, with a hint of catlike satisfaction under it. He tips his head in a half nod. ] You know me well.

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[ There's a twitch in Umber's brow when Bao gets sidetracked by another contraction- it's the only indication that he'd been near a grimace. Watching an omega suffer through a labor alone and unsupported would be enough to bother any alpha. When it's someone familiar, though, it's even worse.

It's horrible timing. These are issues that should be well away from labor, and yet here they all are. Cleaning up Umber's mess. ] Sunrise will do. Thank you for your work, both of you- all of you. [ There's at least a definitive framework now, which is one weight of many that has lifted from Umber's shoulders. Still, he feels tense with nerves and cramped in his own body, his thoughts and words coming out less fluid than they should.

And Pallo, of course, is bristled with offense and concern. He makes a wordless sound of agreement, waving a hand- sunrise, yes, good, alternate routes, yes, wonderful, everything checks out. Now where in the absolute fuck is Bao's partner? He leans forward, palms braced against the table, and fixes Bao with an intense look. One of the ones that demands no nonsense. ] What do you need help with? [ Whatever it is- the faster it gets done, the sooner Bao can go. ]

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No thanks necessary, I assure you. [ It wasn't an obligation, but they were a well favored people because they treated allies like family - and you helped family in need, after all.

Bao looks appropriately cowed, but only for a moment. ] Most of my work now is just writing and sending out orders. To specific units and to requisition supplies, specifically. I'm not sure it's something that can be helped with. [ He pauses, briefly, in thought. ] You both seem altogether too concerned about the state of me, and you have more pressing things to worry about, no?

[ Mal shifts his attention to Dhani, dropping briefly into their native language to speak amongst themselves. Habit more than it is a desire to exclude, but there are names of horses and people that are easily identifiable. Logistics, not gossip - though in fairness, it would be quite believable to suggest Dhani was one for talking about things he shouldn't. ]

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[ And Bao, naturally, gives the alphas a run for their money. Fierce independence and boldness seem to be a common theme here. Umber's mouth quirks in a small ghost of a smile- accepting pain as something that simply is and continuing to function past it is something familiar to him, and something he can respect.

Umber acknowledges Bao's cheekiness with a slight dip of his head, figuring he has a point. He should probably make himself useful as well. Check the animals, make sure their hooves are sound, double-check the integrity of their riding gear and water skins. Besides, Pallo is on the case, and he's the more personable of the two of them. He has an easy way with words and with people; he'd be better to deal with.

He catches Pallo's eye and tips his head toward the door, indicating his plan to slink off and do things. Having known each other long enough to have their own form of silent communication, Pallo answers the gesture with a quick lift of a few fingers, then returns his attention to Bao as Umber slips away while everyone is occupied. ]

I won't be pressed until sunrise. [ He grins, motioning towards the papers Bao is working his way through. ] Are any of these addressed? At least let me deliver a handful while I hunt for Marl.

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[ Dhani takes his leave with Umber after a short conversation, hand resting on his lower back. Mated or not, the inclination to nurture is still there, to aid in whatever way he can, to make all of this somehow easier (though he can't, he knows this.)

Bao tsks under his breath, shaking his head. ] I wasn't planning on self-delivering. Either they'll come here or I'll have one of our palace couriers do it. Unless you'd prefer to, [ he says it while sliding a stack of them across the table - they're not written in a mutual language, in Bao's swirling, almost aggressive handwriting. ]

Which you're welcome to do, obviously. I'm not here to start making demands, after all. [ An omega ordering an alpha around. Ridiculous. Only it seems commonplace here, so maybe it's not so ludicrous really. ] Besides. If it'll make you fuss less, I can do most of this work from my quarters, now. Aahan can help with navigation, though it seems you've squared this away already.

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[ It's a little funny- as always, Umber hadn't expected Dhani to be so Dhani. Lost in his own head again, the approach goes unnoticed and the touch to Umber's back startles a little jump out of him, followed by a jumbled apology. The contact is something that feels more appropriate for mothers and mates, but he doesn't do anything to dissuade it. It's comforting, and so he waits until the awkwardness of the moment has passed (and, perhaps, until Dhani's hand settles again) before continuing to his destination. ]

I would prefer to, yes. [ Pleased with Bao's cooperation, Pallo gathers up the letters, leafing through them while organizing them in his hands in a way that makes sense only to him. The looped writing is strange to him, unreadable, so they're certainly not being sorted by content.

One would think this would make him reconsider his decision to deliver them, but no. He'll manage, and that's no more ridiculous than omegas ordering around alphas.

Pallo nods in agreement. ] If you move yourself to your quarters, I will fuss less. So much less. [ ...Probably. There may still be a little fussing. ] I'll be back to talk more with Aahan, if he doesn't mind? [ A quick glance over, just to check. ] I know of the area and it's a good route, but I'd like to have some alternatives ready in case we need them or if we need to split groups. We'll keep you informed, of course.

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Sorry, [ Dhani murmurs it, low, but doesn't remove his hand and keeps pace with him. He'll have to have his hair braided up to travel, like Mal's is woven into neat, even locs, but that can wait. And the contact may not be appropriate, necessarily, but neither is anything Dhani does, with what his being papped for kitchen thievery and all. ] Are you okay? [ Just as quiet. He might've already decided Umber was his. Whatever. Not important.

Bao watches Pallo organize his files with a raised eyebrow, and - reluctant, draws himself up out of his chair. He looks miserable, formal military attire unbuttoned from the sternum down and replaced with black silks that blend in, but not quite enough; two children forced into him by someone much, much larger and now sitting low in their desire to escape is a bad look on his tiny frame. He's a scout, after all, not a warrior - small and flighty and lean is where his advantages are. ] If only to avoid causing you more stress, [ he says, and not because he wants to be settled, obviously. He's stone faced as a visible contraction tightens around him, though his fingers grip the back of a chair in an idle expression of pain. ]

You can rely on Aahan for most things. He's quiet, but one of my best. You can generally tell how long someone's been around by the length of their hair, and I've seen him trip over his. [ Aahan looks offended, but nods at Pallo; Bao grins at him. Rotten. ] Now. You do what you must. You know where I am, and if not, ask... oh, anyone. You have Mal, who I think may be stalking me around the entire grounds, so.

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[ That's a loaded question that Umber isn't sure how to answer. It takes a while, and it comes soft when he finally does. ] I don't know. [ It's hard for him to admit it, but since they're already sharing things that should be private and intimate, why not more? The truth is that he's worried- for the potential loss of life, for the amount of work to be done, for the desert cities that have grown to rely on trade for a wider variety of foods that would otherwise grow poorly in their own soil. There's anger there too, at nature itself and at the timing of it all. This is bound to be seen as a bad omen by some of the older and more superstitious folk.

As a sort of reassurance though, or perhaps a gesture of appreciation, Umber reaches out while they walk. He brushes his knuckles against Dhani's side, leaving them pressed there for a few paces before his hand drops away again. ] I'm only going to the horses. You don't have to follow.

[ It's all a little silly. Dhani trailing after Umber, and now Pallo wanting to trail after Bao like an annoying herding dog nipping at his heels. He tuts at the state of Bao, reading the misery in the awkward way he holds himself. He doesn't look or behave in a way Pallo would expect of someone on the brink of finally welcoming their children in to the world. It's strange. Concerning.

Bao's wit hasn't suffered for it, though, and Pallo smirks at Aahan. ] Is that so? Well, mine may not be as long as his, but it's certainly more than yours. [ Oh, fuck's sake. ] Listen to your elders and go on, then. [ His stupid grin is shameless and wide, but he turns and gestures Mal closer- who has every right to stalk Bao, as far as he's concerned. ] Could you help me, Mal? I can't read these. [ Ridiculous.

Maybe they'll both resume their stalking and fussing once the mail has been run. ]

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No, I don't have to, [ Dhani agrees, making it extraordinarily clear that he does so out of choice, not obligation. He wants to be here, with Umber, who he's already sort of adopted in a mother hen sort of way, and he wants to help where he can, even if it isn't much. He doesn't know what to do, not really. He's good at comfort, but in a way that is more intimate than this - the stiffness makes him awkward, the same way he is when he's giving a speech and he's not sure what to do with his hands.

Bao rolls his eyes. ] I shave my head for a reason, you absolute hellion. You go on, Mister Postman.

[ Mal cackles his wild cackle, and Bao moves to sweep out of the room - not with the grace he'd once had, sweeping and elegant. Soon. He leans over to rest his cheek on Pallo's shoulder to read the letters, stating addresses - locations, really, not explicit ones - one by one. ] Stables. Barracks 1. Barracks 3. Barracks 4. The medical ward. The granary. The carriage house.

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[ So that's how it is. Umber would try to smile, but he's about tapped out on positive vibes. Dhani's company does at least console him, and he lets it, when normally he would insist on being alone. It'll be fine just this once. ] Which one will you be taking? I'll check yours, too. [ It's the least he can do, isn't it? He'll look over Dhani's horse and supplies, readying it all for the morning with the same care that he'll take for his own, Marl's, and Pallo's. Maybe Mal's, too- because he's seen the way Pallo has taken to the keen little horseman.

And bless Mal for having the patience to deal with Pallo in the first place.

He is indeed a hellion, but he at least allows Bao to have some peace and privacy for a while. He mmhm's as Mal reads off the locations for each letter, taking a moment to recall the layout of the place and organize them by where they fall on his quickly-planned route, reducing the likelihood of a mix-up. ] Thank you. [ He says it cheerfully, like the pleased chirp of a bird, as he turns his head to plant a kiss against the top of Mal's head. Then he turns quieter, more serious- ] Will he be all right?

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[ Dhani shrugs a little bit. He doesn't ride often, he's not... especially good at it, and has fallen more than he wants to admit. ] I figured I'd have Mal choose. I don't have a mount of my own - there's one that was a gift, but also a beast from the seventh circle of Hell, so no-one bothers with him. Not the Mongolian pony, that's - he's something else altogether. [ This was true. ] I don't know much about them, I'll be honest.

[ Mal grins at the kiss to his head, tips his aside to catch Pallo's cheek in a matching one; he softens a little, then, biting at the inside of his cheek. It's likely the first time Pallo has seen him anxious, unsettled - it doesn't happen often. ] You're welcome. I'll make sure we stay on track. [ A pause. ] The honest answer is that I don't know. He's been through a lot. He doesn't want - those aren't children he chose. He doesn't have a mate. He... they're from the same capture that this, [ he gestures to the mottled, ugly scarring, from hot tar, ] came from. Bao saved my life then. Once he... got free, I mean.

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[ Odd that he doesn't have a dedicated mount, or even multiple... But perhaps he travels by cart? Still, it could complicate things. Umber expects it'll be a challenging trip. ] You'll want something well trained. [ He hesitates, unsure if his upcoming offer will be overstepping. ] You can try mine. She's an easy ride. Ends up doing most of the work for you. [ Much, much safer than hellbeasts and bloodthirsty ponies. ] She's smarter than some people I've met, so. I'd trust her with you.

[ Grateful for his keeper, Pallo basks in the little kiss to his cheek, but his face soon falls. Anxiety isn't a look that he likes on Mal, but it's warranted in this case.

It makes sense now. Bao's overwhelming discomfort, the lack of anticipation, an absent partner during his most crucial time. Bao's mate isn't negligent- it doesn't exist, and the person responsible for his pregnancy in the first place is, apparently, a stain. Pallo sighs, feeling heavy with dread and- not pity, not exactly. He suspects Bao might tear one of his ears off if he pities him, but there's still a sort of melancholy he feels now that he knows the circumstances. This should have been something good and happy.

He pulls Mal in, squeezing him in a hug, careful not to crinkle the papers he's still due to deliver. ] If you want to support him, you should. [ He probably needs it is left unsaid. ] The rest of us can take care of organizing out here- make lists of whatever things and people you want gathered by morning, and I can come back for them.

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[ He can ride, more or less, but generally their trips are done with enough goods and supplies that he doesn't necessarily need to - he can sit in the back on a stack of grain and surrounded by rices and jars of food and bolts of cloth, and unless the wagon upturns, he's usually all right. He scrunches his mouth to one side. ] You don't want to ride her? We have some calm mounts, too. It'll be okay.

[ The hug startles Mal but he leans into it, winding his arms tightly around Pallo. ] No, no. It's okay. He'll... I think I'm a reminder of what was, you know? This isn't a good time to... remind him of the circumstances even more than he already has to contend with. [ He huffs a tiny laugh into Pallo's shoulder, but it's humorless and bitter. ] Besides, he'll scold me if he finds out I'm there and not out here actually helping and preparing. I don't know if he wants the support from anyone, or maybe just not me, but he's mouthed off at me for sitting around idly.

[ He looks a touch sad, then, anxious with his brow furrowed and his lower lip caught between his teeth. ] I think he's heartbroken that he can't come, too.

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[ Umber only makes a soft sound, not really agreeing one way or the other. ] She is my best. [ He would do stupid, reckless things to ensure that animal's well-being, and she's just as loyal to him. Dependable. She'd be careful with Dhani. It'll be easiest, he thinks. He can keep her (and Dhani) close by, keep an eye on them. She won't spook or confuse, that much he can be sure of. If nothing else can be okay, at least this one thing will, and that's enough.

His face twitches in a vague cringe, and he makes it a point to not look in Dhani's direction. Sheepish? ...Maybe. ] You've kept us comfortable and safe, at least let me do the same.

[ Pallo hums quietly, indicating that he's listening, while his fingers fret with Mal's hair. ] I understand. [ It's a cursed predicament. Certainly sad for both Mal and Bao, who have been through more than enough hardship... But that trauma could, indeed, cause them to unintentionally inflict pain on each other in certain situations. Mal is right; this may be one of them.

They'll both overcome with time. Doesn't make it easier to stomach in the moment, though. ] I'm sure he is heartbroken. It must feel like a punishment, but it's... [ Almost over? Possibly. Pallo's not sure if he plans on keeping the child (children?), or if he'll even make it through the labor. This isn't the time to cause more worry, though. ] He's almost done. [ He remains there for a while longer, providing support, before he rubs at the back of Mal's neck. ] Would you like to come with me? Help me deliver these messages?

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[ Dhani makes a noise that mirrors Umber's, but his is more concerned, reflective. He scoots around so they're face to face, and he thinks very stupidly in the moment that he likes the way he smells, which is absurd but also true - his own is light and sweet and floral. ] Umber. I don't want you to be any more uneasy than you have to be, right now, okay? If this is what you want, then yes, I'll ride yours. But I'll be okay.

[ Probably. Unless he fell. Then maybe not.]

I wouldn't say heartbroken, exactly, [ Mal starts, carefully, eyes half closed as he looks into some far, distant nothing. ] He's angry. He came home and shaved his head down to the skin. Amazing how much fury you can fit in one man, honestly. It's almost over, and he just wants to get back to his life. [ And who could blame him? Mal huffs a soft, humorless laugh and nods. ] I would like to come, yes. It'll go faster that way, too.

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[ Dhani's suddenly in front of him, and Umber has to come to a quick stop. He manages it, but only just, and he ends up grasping just above Dhani's elbow. They're close like this- probably too close, but Umber either doesn't seem to notice, or he's decided it's acceptable. He nods, repeating Dhani's words. ] You'll be okay. [ At least one of them will be.

There's something strange in the moment, something tense that Umber brushes off as his stress compounding on itself, because anything else would be intensely selfish. This is hardly the time for him to pine over warm, bright-eyed Dhani. So he disappoints himself by letting go, and takes an awkward step to the side. ] Let's... [ They were off to get things ready, weren't they? Yes. That.

And there's the answer to Pallo's concerns there, isn't it? Bao is simply too angry to die, and really, good for him. He deserves to get over this and go back to something relatively normal.

As comforting as the idea of Bao's rage-fueled invincibility is, maybe he'll have someone check in on him later... Or at least send some sort of discomfort-dulling tea his way. After the delivery is finished and a few more preparations are squared away, though. ] Oh, I'm slow? Is that it? [ Pallo ushers Mal out of the room with one hand gently guiding him along... and the other contributes by playfully smacking at him with the stack of papers it's holding. ] Get out. Go.

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I will be. [ A reassurance, however small, but honest. Dhani reaches up to fix a stray bit of Umber's hair, and doesn't chase him as he steps away, keeping pace easily at his side. ]

I am not saying that, [ Mal protests, huffing but laughing all at once, letting himself be swatted out the door. He knows the palace grounds well, of course, as well as the back of his hand, so it shouldn't take tremendously long; the armory, in particular, is closest, the place to acquire supplies for travelling. Then the infirmary, too, is close. Bao has written extensive orders for bandages, splints, anything and everything he can think of that might ease the troubles. ]

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[ Small as it is, it helps. Umber is quite sure that watching him meddle with horses and comb through gear is hideously boring, but Dhani, bless him, is a saint for tolerating it. He doesn't speak often during the process, though he does seek out the comfort of Dhani's presence by occasionally stopping what he's doing and glancing to make sure Dhani's still there. Like the mere sight of him is enough to settle Umber.

He finds each horse's hooves and legs good for travel. Gear is sorted and placed near each rider's animal, with the only exception being Mal's, because he won't presume to know how Mal prefers his things. That isn't his place.

When Umber decides he's finally satisfied, he returns to Dhani- and now, he has plenty of stray hair. ] Think I'm finished. You're fine to go now. I'll just... [ He glances down at his arms, sighing at his horse-dirty hands. ] Probably wash. You should pack, you know.

[ Pallo, too, busies himself with the help of Mal. The letter-delivery service is going fine, although he lingers at the infirmary... He'll slink beside someone who looks like they belong there, and discreetly suggest Bao be sent something for pain. As much as he'd like to specify it's labor pain, he doesn't- if Bao wants to keep the state of himself a secret, Pallo won't be the one to break it.

He can only hope that whatever is sent will turn out to be useful. ]

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[ Dhani stays close. He doesn't hover, but he's no less than ten feet away at any time, mostly doting on the horses that will be coming with them as Umber inspects and selects gear. It's not in their common tongue, and he definitely doesn't think the horses understand what he's saying, but he wants to be close, and Dhani, lovely as he is, cannot shut the fuck up, ever, for any reason.

So he talks to the horses instead, low and soft and gentle. He explains where they're going, and who will be riding them, and how it will be, and everything and anything about the situation that he can use to fill the silence while Umber works. And then onto the next one, and the next - until all of the horses are sorted. He looks up, quirks a soft smile. ] Is it too much to suggest you come back to my quarters with me? You can bathe while I pack. If you'd like the company, anyway.

[ He doesn't have to, of course. But the offer is there.

Mal is a sharp navigator, and so it's a quick, efficient process, more or less. They linger around here and there, because it's not a rush, exactly. The woman at the infirmary raises her eyebrows, looking positively startled. Our Bao? She blanches a little, but nods. Bao has the pain tolerance of a stone. The idea of him needing anything for pain - she takes him seriously. And an attendant, too. Just to check. ]

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[ A scandalous offer. Umber blinks, glancing down at his hands again like they're supposed to help him here. He's silent for a moment, before admitting- ] It is too much. [ He doesn't belong in Dhani's quarters. That's Dhani's space. Unmated Dhani's space. It's not right for him to intrude. He knows better.

And yet, he wants to go. He'd like to retreat, soak somewhere quiet aside from the sound of lovely Dhani who cannot shut the fuck up ever.

Umber knows he's awful and selfish, but he can't stop himself. ] I'd like to anyhow. [ Unless Dhani was joking. Was he joking? Shit. Whatever, words can't be un-said. ] Were you serious? You'd be safe with me, of course, but- your reputation? [ If that even matters here...

Cautious Umber. Such a far cry from brazen Pallo, who clutches at one of Mal's hands as they continue their parade through the grounds, comfortable and unconcerned over who may witness their familiarity with each other. There are still many hurdles for them- Pallo hasn't gotten the chance to talk to Dhani proper, and he and Mal still need to have serious conversations about their expectations for the future... But Pallo is confident, determined, because he wants this one. They'll get their business sorted once things calm down. ]

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[ Mal, of course, is the sort of person who would decapitate you with a sidelong look if you dared cast judgment his way, so - if anyone bothered to judge, they didn't show it. Then, too, the siblings were a different case than the king (was he a king?) himself.

Dhani just smiles, nods, and reaches out to give both Umber's hands, dirty as they are, a squeeze of reassurance. ] I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't serious. I may be absurd, but I mean what I say.

[ He's not wrong. He wasn't a leader because he was cagey and wishy-washy, after all; he'd earned his position via democracy, and because he was gentle but firm in his convictions all the same. ] Come, my dear. We'll get you settled.

[ Soft, loving, doting. Not like Mal, who bites and roughhouses just for the sake of it, who's been known to hip check Pallo on his way past out of some weird childish affection. He's spoken to Dhani about it already, but in the sort of way teenagers do, draped dramatically over the balcony rail under the starlight and moaning, pining, over this ridiculous man. Dhani, in turn, had asked him what the problem actually was and, when Mal couldn't identify one, mostly just made fun of him for creating issues that didn't exist.

So Mal let it be as they closed in on their last letters, mushing himself into Pallo's side to peer over at it and check the address again. ] Ooh, local workers. Fair enough. We can pass these off at the courier's?

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[ At least he's confident in his own absurdity.

Dhani's decisiveness has a reassuring sort of quality- Umber would smile over it, if nearly all of the positivity hadn't already been bled out of him. What's left is a desire to latch on to comfort, because there's nothing much to do now but wait. And otherwise think himself in to a pit.

It's amazing, really, how easily Dhani takes command of matters of heart and emotion. These are things that Umber had never learned to prioritize, and understandably struggles with. As they walk, he reflects on how he'd like to function more like Dhani. Accept and conquer, instead of ignore... Or, at the very least, he'd like to have someone this graceful by his side, ready to assist when needed. It would make the most sense, wouldn't it? A strength where Umber lacks, and clearly, sensitivity provides results. If it didn't, Dhani wouldn't have been so well received. At some point, Umber circles back around to one specific thought: he really wouldn't mind courting him. He'd make an excellent partner...

He feels a little guilty all of a sudden, a mild flush coloring his face. Daydreaming about Dhani while following him to his private room, where Umber will be stripping down and washing nearby, is just. Awkward.

Pallo has had similar thoughts about Mal. Officially having him as a mate, though he's much more sure in his decision than Umber is. He leans in to the saucy little weight against his side, comfortably returning touch and affection like they've already been together for years. ] That may be more efficient. We still have to get ourselves lined out, too. [ And that'll likely be smooth enough. He wouldn't be surprised if Mal had some sort of emergency pack prepared already.

He only wishes the trip were for a different purpose. ] I know we're only going to the pass, but. Have you been to Ulera before?

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[ Dhani hums a soft, old tune as they make their way back to his quarters, hand on Umber's lower back to provide a grounding sort of presence. He knows these things. He's competent with a sword but not a man of war, not by a long shot - not like rulers before him, who flared with rage so often there was often no hair left to shave back in each new conflict. He finds a little melody from his childhood as they head back to the palace, with its cool breezes and white stucco walls.

His quarters are tucked back in the center for safety with his own little courtyard for teas and reading, the inside light and bright and spacious and easy. It's a place meant for comfort and relaxation more than anything else - the other siblings have rooms back here, too, but whether they're used or not is sort of always in flux. The twins, strange little unit that they are, have still elected to share.

The bathroom is built from smooth local stone with a tub of hammered copper, with a faucet to draw water from plentiful aquifers beneath. ] Please make yourself at home here, yes? [ Dhani regards Umber seriously.

Mal shakes his head, meanwhile, looking at the papers as they walk because he trusts Pallo not to lead him into obstacles. ] Mm-mm. I've ridden through once or twice with the scouts, but I don't think that really counts, does it? [ He glances up, raises a dark, sharp brow. ] We don't have to just stay at the pass, anyway. If you wanted--

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[ Umber's intrigued by the tune, wondering if there are words. He doesn't ask directly though, not at the moment, because he's not sure he'd be able to appreciate it fully. And if Dhani is going to do something as adorable as actually sing, he'd like to be completely present for it.

It's only when they both find themselves in the bathroom that Umber remembers how grimy his skin feels. Still, he scoops up one of Dhani's hands in both of his own, glances down at it while he cradles it and gives a gentle squeeze. ] Dhani. [ He can start his thought, but he's not sure how to finish it. He's not good at these things, fuck.

It takes a moment, and he's clearly having some sort of interal battle with himself. ] Thank you. [ It's what he manages to come up with, but what he means is much different than a simple thanks.

But he can't just stand here mooning over Dhani. He lets go, steps away, making his way towards the copper tub. ] I'll be fine here. Do you know what to pack?

[ Mal, of course, is protected from the hazards of distracted walking. Pallo slips an arm around his thin shoulders, keeping him close and leading him safely. ] It almost counts. [ He smiles that half-crooked little thing, pleased with Mal's apparent willingness to travel with him. ] You wouldn't mind? I know it's short notice, but I was thinking that I've met your family- you should see mine too, shouldn't you?

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[ The air is heavy with Dhani, but it isn't cloying - sweet, light, breezy, like a hint of jasmine just caught on the summer rain of monsoon season. He tips his head to one side and smiles, drawing Umber's hand up to kiss his knuckles despite the way that he's covered in... horse. ] Anything I can do. You know this, darling.

[ He hopes. He steps away briefly to collect some things and lay them atop a bathside table - soaps, an oil and a salt to relax and to soothe soreness, a towel to wind himself up in afterward. ]

Take your time. I know what to pack, I'll just have you look over it to make sure, when we're done, yes? [ Passing a little of the control back into Umber's hands when everything is out of it. ] Unless it'll be better if we do it together.

[ Dhani is rotten in his own way. Mal is rotten in the way that he winds his arm around Pallo like they've been mated for decades instead of whatever the hell this is. ] I'd like that a lot. Can we really?

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[ Umber exhales a short breath- as close as he can get to a laugh at the moment, because of course Dhani would selflessly put his mouth on horse-hands for the sake of cheering someone else.

His traitorous mind spoils the sweetness of the moment, however. Insisting that Dhani may have been hinting at them bathing together instead of packing together. And isn't that a concept...

A concept that should definitely stay in his head, not leak out in to reality. Probably.

No matter how enticing it may be.

But it isn't like that had actually been a legitimate offer, anyway. Just his excitable, idiot hormones influencing his imagination. He nods in the end, as he leans over the edge of the tub and lets the water begin pouring in. He trusts Dhani's word that he knows what to do. ] I believe you. I'll give it a look-over at the end. [ It's always good to have a second set of eyes. And if it gives him the excuse of hanging around a little longer, he'll take it.

Pallo brightens, thrilled by the opportunity to show Mal off and introduce him to all of his most important people. ] Of course we can. They've been waiting for me to bring someone home for an eternity. If you'd like to travel on through, I'll take you. Though we can always make a separate trip. [ It could be a lot of extra travel, depending on how bad the pass is and the state of other routes. Or the disaster could be physically and mentally exhausting all by itself... While he may be fine with straining himself, overtaxing Mal isn't his goal. ]

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[ Dhani would have, if requested - gladly, in fact, it would fill his need to dote and soothe in the face of trauma, and - all right, so maybe he would be fine with it for the sheer fact that he thinks Umber is gorgeous and he wonders how it would be to tangle up with him, all limbs and love.

And he would be pretty, mated, wouldn't he? Healed bite on his throat, chasing around a pack of children as wild as his own family...

Dhani smiles again, soft. ] Yes. I'll be just here, if you need anything?

[ Mal nods, bright and eager and trotting along at his side. ] One trip is fine, but... I also think we might have more in our future, no?

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I'll call. [ It won't even have to be very loud- Dhani will be just in the other room, still so close by.

Umber fixes his attention very deliberately on the bath and the additives he proceeds to drop in, sounding falsely conversational when he says, ] You can still talk if you want. [ Sounds like a statement, but meant more as a suggestion. A request, even, for Dhani to fill the silence as he normally tends to do.

A kind voice would be preferable to quiet.

Dhani and his kind voice should perhaps hurry along though, else he'll get an eyeful of Umber peeling his clothes off. Just the top half- then again, it wouldn't be so bad to catch a glance of wiry build or the dark ink swooping along his arms and spine, would it?

Mal's glowing enthusiasm is both endearing and infectious, leaving Pallo to fight back a grin. His face might get stuck in an idiotic smile forever if Mal continues to melt him. ] Hopefully many more. [ There are a number of things that Pallo wants to share; important people and places tied to his life of course, but also miscellaneous things. Striking landmarks, towering ruins. Lively festivals. He has plenty in mind, if Mal would want it. ] If you're not sick of travel by now.

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[ Dhani, as serious as the whole thing is, as awful as it is, bubbles with laughter - soft, but charmed. ] Do you think I could stop chattering if I wanted to? [ This is a lie. He can. He's fully capable of being quiet and serious when he needs to be, but factually speaking, things don't often need to be serious and quiet. That's Mal's job, Bao's - him, especially, cold and calculating and flat, monotone. Deeply analytical. Mal may be frightening in his skill - Bao is in his very being. ]

I didn't know you had tattoos, [ he says, idly, wandering out of the bathroom - there's no door, just an open archway - and past it once or twice to start collecting items, then roaming back again once he's packed exactly one (1) thing. ] Do they mean anything?

[ Mal's nodding. There are things he'd like to show Pallo, too, but now this flame of curiosity has been stoked - they pass off the paperwork to the couriers, which takes roughly seven seconds to hand over, and then his attention is back on Pallo. ] Please. I chose my position as scout for a reason. I knew we got to wander all over creation.

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[ Umber actually considers the question seriously, letting his mind focus on something more lighthearted. Based purely on what he's seen so far, he's very unsure if Dhani has the capability to hush. He smiles, faintly. ] You don't talk in your sleep, do you? [ He wouldn't be surprised if so. (And it would probably be very adorable-)

At some point during Dhani's incredibly efficient packing strategy, Umber slips in to the water, denying him of any more scandalous peeks. Rotten luck... He does have a clear view of Umber's arms, though, as he folds them across the edge of the tub and watches Dhani flutter about. ] They do. [ He rotates a wrist, glancing down at a cluster of designs. ] Different things. Blessings, important moments. Who I come from. [ After a shrug, he looks at Dhani again as he rests his head atop his arms. ] I'll have more, depending on what I do. [ He hopes to have a fair collection by the time he dies. An adult being put in the ground as a blank canvas is hideously embarrassing.

Once their job is done, Pallo cheerfully sweeps Mal out and away from the couriers. ] Well, explorer. You'll have to pack extra, hm? [ Pallo hasn't forgotten the reason behind the journey in the first place, but this is something good to look forward to. A positive out of something negative. ] You'll see it's not all calamity there. [ At least for now. It has been getting worse, and no one knows if or when it will even stop. He puffs a little sigh. ] You should remember it as it still is.

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[ Dhani hums to himself, sweeping this way and that. All of what he gathers is simple, and likely Umber will see him in something other than robes for... the first time, in the morning, which will be... something.

Dhani, real ruler Dhani that isn't fluttering about in joy, is a sight in and of himself. He's a little nervous about the reality of Umber seeing him this way, though he isn't sure why. It isn't like it matters, except maybe it does - now, in his space, surrounded by the comforts of home and luxury, he reads as an ideal mate for a serious, sharp alpha, all emotion and tenderness. Dhani at work is different. Maybe Umber won't like that one as much. Maybe it'll chance his perception of him and it won't be for the better.

Why is he worrying about this?

He wanders back in and kneels next to the tub, extending his hands for an arm - he wants to look closer, but not without permission, and puffs a soft laugh. ] They may run out of room on you, based on what I know of you, Umber. [ The name fits nicely in his mouth, plays beautifully with his accent. ]

Hey, now. [ Mal softens and leans up for a kiss, and though there's no healed bite on his throat there might as well be, at this point. ] It sounds wonderful, even if things are a little cracked. Not broken. A storm before the sun. It'll be all right. [ He tips his head up and grins. ] I can't wait to see it.

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[ As if Dhani could do anything to make Umber think poorly of him.

It's understandable, though. It's nerves, and Umber is also vulnerable to insecurity.

When Dhani approaches, he can't deny him. A hand unfolds and reaches out, settling between Dhani's, so he can take a closer look at the strange-looking characters and curls. They creep up his arm like vines, thinning out around his shoulder, where an entirely new design has begun unfurling itself. If they were purely for decoration, this would be plenty. Being of royal blood, though, he's expected to have numerous stories written on himself. There's much less pressure on those born in to a lower station...

Umber's smile is barely there, and it's strange. Melancholic in a way, maybe. ] What do you know of me? [ The question isn't cocky or even combative, just... Mild. Many people think many things of him, and most of those ideas are shallow or flawed. There are no preconceived notions here, though. He can't help but wonder what it is Dhani sees.

If it's anything similar to what Pallo sees in Mal, well. Mercy on Dhani. Pallo hums, eased for the moment by Mal's affection and words. Pallo's hands travel over Mal's skin, along the sides of his face and down his neck, as if he could absorb some of the light in him through touch.

A little cracked... Not broken. ] You're right. [ There's a fond, appreciative kiss to one side of Mal's face, then the other. Soon enough, there should be an oval of healed teeth marks that he'll be able to kiss over as well. ] Do you need to prepare anything?

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They're gorgeous. [ Dhani shifts his weight to sit more comfortably, tracing even the finest details of tattoos with gentle fingertips as if he's mapping them out and memorizing them. Maybe he is. He's an odd little man.

He smiles, then, puffs a single exhale of gentle amusement. ] I know you're a man who cares deeply for his home. I trust a man who is as generous with animals as you - it says much about who you are. That you worried for Bao, as well, though you have no obligation to him. Your willingness to accept our aid when it was offered makes me think your people come first, not power or status. You have treated every omega you've met here with the same respect as you would anyone, and there are many of us who have experienced otherwise. You're gentler than you read, at first glance. Softer, too. You seem to take a lot of personal responsibility onto your own shoulders for things that can't be helped, like this one.

[ Maybe he's wrong. This is a strong possibility, but Dhani shrugs. ] I know very little. But I like what I... think I know.

[ Mal hums and shakes his head, lacing his fingers to sort of lazily hang off Pallo like one of the local monkeys. ] A broken clock is right twice a day, [ he points out, stealing a kiss. ] No. I have my things prepared to leave on short notice. I'll need to sort my horse, but other than that...

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[ An odd little man who captures Umber's attention all too easily.

Attention, and apparently part of his heart too. He feels a deep tug in his chest as Dhani describes what he sees, too generous as always, and Umber is motionless like he's rooted to the spot. These are descriptors that he shouldn't want. Dhani makes him sound tender, when he should strive for the opposite. Frigid, decisive, stern... That's how he's supposed to be, but it has never felt exactly right. He thinks he prefers this instead, and Dhani certainly must too. If he were callous, he doubts he'd be treated to sweet smiles and praise now.

One of his hands is still out and about, and so he uses it. It comes to rest against the side of Dhani's neck, carefully cupped around the area just beneath his jaw. Umber's voice is soft, secret. ] I'll do what I can to prove you right. I'd like to be someone you're proud of knowing. [ He shifts, leans inward- and brushes a kiss against Dhani's temple as something like a promise. Careful and brief, in case he's overstepped.

Meanwhile Pallo seems to be wearing Mal like a strange little accessory, and he's all right with that. Even snorts a laugh. ] Other than that, we'll need you well fed and rested. [ He bumps against Mal then, giving him a gentle hip-check. ] I'd like to spend some quality time with you too, before we're both stuck staring at horse asses for days.

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[ Dhani smiles, again, soft and sweet, and leans in as Umber draws him close to kiss his temple. In turn, he presses their foreheads together, stroking Umber's jaw with his free thumb, cupping strong, sharp jaw. ] You already are.

[ And the concept of it is almost laughable, the idea that this man - soft, gentle, strange little Dhani, an unmated omega whose kingdom spans over a million square miles, is relaxed enough to be so peaceful that his hair brushes his ankles and allows foreign parties into his own quarters - is a ruler. It's comical, isn't it? And yet here he is, an elected leader, and his people are happy.

Mal is laughing, bumping him lazily in return. ] I think so, too, yes. I have to make up for what we're going to be missing, the journey doesn't really allow for stopping to mate along the way, does it?

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[ The concept is laughable, but Umber understands why it works. Dhani has a certain appeal... Bright, caring, fair, and a wisdom that isn't usually attainable for hot-headed types. He provides a good balance, especially to Umber's (sometimes gloomy) solemnity.

He sighs, lingering close. He seems to be having trouble keeping still; he keeps giving Dhani's face affectionate little bumps, and his lips repeatedly brush against the corner of his mouth like he's dying to kiss him properly, but is aware it may be an overstep. It's an awful time for a confession and he knows it, although he has to make his interest known somehow before he slips up and crosses a line. It's not something that has to be acted upon right this instant, but he's got to get it out. ] Dhani, I'm-- I'd like to make you mine. [ Umber's voice has always held a warm, husky undertone, but it's even more pronounced now, heavy with want. ] Would you let me? [ Dhani doesn't need a mate... Umber hopes he wants one, though. Him, specifically.

Mal and Pallo have the benefit of being carefree, already on the same page. They fell in to each other with ease, and it hasn't stopped being easy yet.

Pallo huffs dramatically, near-pouting when he agrees, ] It certainly does not. [ Well- it could. He'd damn well try, but if it were to be done properly, they'd have days added on to their journey. And Pallo is sure they'd make themselves extremely obvious, since a tent can only provide so much privacy. He can't help wondering, though, would Mal be heedless and vocal? Or would he struggle to mute himself in an attempt to keep their activities hidden from the rest of camp? ]

You had to put vulgar thoughts in my head, didn't you? [ He ducks in, dealing Mal a double-blow; a playful bite against the side of his neck, and a sneaky, sneaky grope of his ass. Pallo's hands and mouth are gone in a blink, and he hums cheerfully. ] You'd best run, unless you want to cause a scandal right here in the open.

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[ Dhani sighs, a dreamy sort of pleasant thing, and he returns every affectionate bump and nuzzle, fingers carding through Umber's hair, stroking his jaw with his thumb. Finally the question earns a puff of a laugh, the kind that catches in his chest in surprise then crackles over into a smile. ] I'd like that very much, Umber.

[ And it's so easy to just - say it, and his voice is low and soft and gentle, like it always is, but moreso, now. Part of him wants to disrobe and climb into the bath with Umber, mate here and now and ignore the rest, but he knows this isn't a good idea. Wants to. But knows better.

Mal is barking with laughter, scooting away from Pallo in a dramatic spin. ] How do you feel about the woods? [ Wretched thing. He tips his head not-so-coyly toward the trees. ] Everyone's preparing for travel, and the hunters have come back from their morning rounds...

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[ Umber is wound up tense for the whole handful of seconds it takes Dhani to give him an answer. Once delivered, he ducks his head for a moment and exhales a heavy sigh full of relief, the tightness easing out of his body at the same time. He hadn't been rejected, thank fuck.

The fact that he'd been worried over rejection is hilarious in itself. He's an heir! There's an entire country's supply of omegas who would never deny him. But he doesn't want them, does he?

He feels a ridiculous urge to thank Dhani, but that would be stupid? Maybe? Instead of doing a possibly-stupid thing, Umber clutches Dhani tightly for a short moment, leaving one more tender kiss on his cheek. When he loosens up and pulls back there's a rare genuine smile on his face, slight and hopeful for what's to come. ] We'll arrange it all once we're done at the pass? [ As much as he'd love to proceed now, the relief efforts come first. He's sure Dhani would agree.

Mal's joy is infectious. As he spins just out of reach, Pallo is in slow pursuit like a crouched beast sneaking closer to its prey. ] Oh, I love nature. [ His gaze breaks away, darting to the trees ahead. When he fixes it back on Mal, his grin is delighted and hungry- and he lunges, suddenly. Only a few inches, the movement accompanied by a clap of his hands. A little shock to stir Mal in to scurrying away for a play-chase. ] Go.

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[ Dhani leans on and cups his jaw, pressing a kiss to his lips. It's gentle and sweet and soft, he tastes of citrus and wine and adventure, and he smiles as he pulls away and lays their foreheads together again, just to be close. ] Yes. Once we finish, we can take the time to bond and make it official. It wouldn't do to have it linked to such a stressful time, anyway, now would it? You deserve better than that. [ They both did, in fairness.

Mal, on the other hand, is reckless and carefree and he laughs, bright and baying, and then takes off into the woods. His instinct is to fly through them, leaping streams and rock and root, climbing into the trees and flitting between branches - but this is play, so he keeps it easy. He still darts about, but not so fast or so silent, and as they reach a small, sunny clearing by the riverside, just big enough for a couple of people to unwind, he slows to let Pallo catch him. ]

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I deserve better? [ He sounds amused. If anything, Dhani is the one who should be treated well. Dhani's concern for him, though, is heart-wrenchingly sweet. It's nice... Not something he'd expected to have in a mate, as there are many other criteria he'd been taught to prioritize instead, but now he's looking forward to spending his days being spoiled with kindness and affection. ] How is it done here? [ Letting their minds focus on traditions and ceremonies will probably be more beneficial than staying fixated on more stressful things that they currently have no ability to change.

Mal and Pallo are finding comfort in their own way. In each other, making mad dashes through trees and sunlight and fresh air, similar to how things were done generations and generations ago. When Mal breaks in to the clearing, Pallo is soon to follow. He's got that boisterous grin when he snatches Mal in his arms, the momentum sending them both in to a little half-spin before he's carefully toppling them both to the grass. His teeth meet Mal's shoulder in a flirtatious bite, and when he pulls his head back, he's catching his breath. ] I've had an easier time chasing wild rabbits.

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[ For all the stress of the day, the night had been good, at least for Dhani. He'd invited Umber to stay, and they sat and talked, for a very long time until it was very late, as the sun set; he draped his legs over Umber's and settled against his side, still and quiet rather than a bundle of chaotic love.

He'd talked about the ceremonies - two weeks, how the twins would need to measure them for jewel and clothing. The paint, the colors, the joy of celebration across an expansive but close knit kingdom, one who knew it was special when an omega ruler chose a mate, and a rarity.

Dhani slipped out of bed before the sun, to braid his hair first and foremost, with the assistance of the twins - a neatly tied thing that wound itself into a tight bun at the base of his skull, neck hidden in brass rings that protected throat from potential threats, and just as silently dipped back inside to draw clothes out of the wardrobe - soft leather boots for riding, lightweight shirt and pants to fight the heat in black with gold stitched piping. Not the usual flowing silk robes, for certain.

Mal, meanwhile, was moving around as well, though less quietly (probably because he wasn't so concerned about waking Pallo...) and pacing, jittery and restless. ]

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