It was a risky move, going to his fathre to complain about Thorgrim's decision to marry his grandson off without first consulting the grandson in question. It was possible Gaved would not only side with his father, but be angry with his son for questioning an arrangement that had been made with the family's best interests in mind. Even so, Tall was desperate. Arranged marriages were an archaic practice and he couldn't believe that he was now stuck in one."Dad," he said to a rock that bore no resemblance to his father whatsoever. "You have to talk to your father. Dad, I would appreciate your help in...no, that sounds weak. Dad, I don't want to get married."
He sighed and kicked the rock. It was small enough that his blow could send it rolling unevenly downhill. Maybe he should try practicing on something that looked more like his dad. Or maybe he should grow a pair and just talk to his dad. It's not like he was coming to him with an unreasonable request.
Tall sighed, then he shook his mane, squared his shoulders, and set off in search of his father.
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Gaved wasn't patrolling, but neither did he feel like slopping around the den chewing mint and getting in Stygg and Dalla's fur. They were always bustling around looking busy, even if they weren't doing very much. It was a female thing. So, Gaved was going for a stroll, looking for something to do that didn't involve eating mint or getting into a bruising brawl, neither of which sounded terribly appealing. Not when he had a date with Dalla to look forward to.
