Relationship Status: It's Complicated
Dragonflower was in the past, but the ripple effects of the day still played out for Gerwald Lechner. By now he was over the embarrassment of walking back to the ship, and traveling back to Ryloth, mostly nude because a particular witch had stolen his shirt to cover herself. One thing Gerwald understood the more he let his wolf free was that he would have to be comfortable in his own skin, literally. Scherezade had helped to see that, albeit in unexpected ways.
Gerwald was still acting out the events of Dragonflower. He had near avoided [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] because of it. Part of him had been upset she stole his shirt, embarrassed by being caught with no clothes, and well... he hadn't been the only one lose clothing that day. It was all in the past, but yet it gave him the perfect excuse to seek her out.
His training as a Knight Obsidian did not see them crossing paths often, but he needed to see her. She clearly had more of a understanding of what it meant to be a Lupine than Gerwald did, and he wanted to know about his species. Yes, his mother had told him they were the last of the race, but only because that is all she knew. Their family had been on Stewjon, hunted because of what they were. They adopted practices which kept them safe, but still allowed for the wolves to run free. The family had become particular about who they married, love almost never having anything to do with it because trusting their secret would remain that way was of utmost importance. Everything Gerwald understood to be true shattered the night the Confederacy celebrated their victory with the people of Stewjon. When Gerwald met her.
There was no escaping the implications of that meeting. She had been so drunk Katrine passed out in his arms. They had left the next day with more questions than answers. Feelings aside, Gerwald knew from that moment on his fate was intrinsically linked to the Nightmother of the Mandragora. How, well that remained to be seen, but it was time to face it.
He had his hook anyway.
Gerwald made his way through the Mandragora camp, likely a dangerous thing to do as he was, but he didn't understand the dynamic of the witches. In his culture men and women were equal in most cases, leaning slightly to being more a Patriarchal society. When he found her quarters, Gerwald didn't knock or introduce himself, he simply walked in. He didn't see the need to wait outside, and if anyone had a problem with it, Gerwald would deal with it. The wolf was on a mission of a personal nature though, and he would not bee dissuaded.
"You still haven't given me my shirt back," he said as he walked into her quarters. "It happens to be my favorite, and I wanted to wear it today."
Gerwald was still acting out the events of Dragonflower. He had near avoided [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] because of it. Part of him had been upset she stole his shirt, embarrassed by being caught with no clothes, and well... he hadn't been the only one lose clothing that day. It was all in the past, but yet it gave him the perfect excuse to seek her out.
His training as a Knight Obsidian did not see them crossing paths often, but he needed to see her. She clearly had more of a understanding of what it meant to be a Lupine than Gerwald did, and he wanted to know about his species. Yes, his mother had told him they were the last of the race, but only because that is all she knew. Their family had been on Stewjon, hunted because of what they were. They adopted practices which kept them safe, but still allowed for the wolves to run free. The family had become particular about who they married, love almost never having anything to do with it because trusting their secret would remain that way was of utmost importance. Everything Gerwald understood to be true shattered the night the Confederacy celebrated their victory with the people of Stewjon. When Gerwald met her.
There was no escaping the implications of that meeting. She had been so drunk Katrine passed out in his arms. They had left the next day with more questions than answers. Feelings aside, Gerwald knew from that moment on his fate was intrinsically linked to the Nightmother of the Mandragora. How, well that remained to be seen, but it was time to face it.
He had his hook anyway.
Gerwald made his way through the Mandragora camp, likely a dangerous thing to do as he was, but he didn't understand the dynamic of the witches. In his culture men and women were equal in most cases, leaning slightly to being more a Patriarchal society. When he found her quarters, Gerwald didn't knock or introduce himself, he simply walked in. He didn't see the need to wait outside, and if anyone had a problem with it, Gerwald would deal with it. The wolf was on a mission of a personal nature though, and he would not bee dissuaded.
"You still haven't given me my shirt back," he said as he walked into her quarters. "It happens to be my favorite, and I wanted to wear it today."