"Celebration"- skekGra, skekVar
“SkekGra! What are you doing moping in a corner?” SkekVar slaps him- jovially and much too hard- on the back, sloshing wine into his lap. “The Conqueror should celebrate his own victory!”
He should, shouldn’t he. SkekNa has threatened a troupe of Podling into playing for them until their fingers bleed- which the Slave-Master enjoys as much as the music- and the table is piled with delicacies from grateful gelfling. SkekUng is even drunk enough to crack a smile.
It should be nothing, clearing out more Arathim. He’s done it a thousand times But he can’t get last night’s muddled dream out of his mind. And he can’t focus on the new land they gained when the smell of blood sticks to his hands no matter how hard he scrubs.
This feels...wrong.
He gulps down the remaining wine to drown that thought and forces a laugh. “Right. I’m coming.”