After Rognvald announces to the ewes that the drinks are of his clan’s ancient recipe, the Peneshire Ewes curiously and ferociously indulge!
Yum yum. Bubbly in. Bubbly out. Soon, ewe after ewe are plastered.
Oogla the owl shaman reconfirms with Rognvald to make sure that he has arranged the temple just like his father.
“Sure did.” Rognvald the 14th replies in confidence.
The drink sculpts the ewes into a state of total obedience. Once having digested the drinks, the ewes line up in a single file to enter the temple, smiling and obliging.
Rognvald wears a handsome smirk welcoming them in.
When the ewes come out of the temple, they circle around an enormous fire, the pit of passion, and dance wildly in the young night.
Rognvald clan’s other rams, who are not Rognvald himself, are sounding the drums to max volume. Thump! Thump! THUMP!
They hit the large drums wrapped in tight skins, skins of coyotes, potentially even wolves.
Thump!
THUMP!
In growing boldness, Rogvnvald inserts himself in between ewes, and hug them real tight towards his own bosom.
Oh gee, he turns! He rubs his bum on the tail of a ewe. He turns again! He rubs his scent on the bum of another ewe.
And the ewes chant along with the drum beats, with the heat of the fire:
“Baaa Meeyyy Yaaa Eyy Baaa...”
The night moon digs deeper into the sky.
How did YOU make it out of Valentine’s weekend? Were you so much as entranced as the ewes or Rognvald too?
Once again, Happy LOVE to you:
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Writer: Odele B
Sequential Artist: Bea Varela
Animation GIF: Zoe Nie
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