Magnai always was in search of his partner, the one he believed to be his Nhaama like in the stories he was told when he was a young boy. For many summers he had searched for that being and many chances turned out to be of naught. He was particular-very particular. While his brothers found their moons, he sat all alone on his throne brooding, his mood growing fouler by the days. When will he find his moon? Still, his dream never wavers to find the one who shall be his Nhaama.

Till one day, he finally found it.

Magnai found his Nhaama, a traveler who had stumbled in the Azim Steppe and was exploring the market of wares at the Reunion. Walking past various stalls is when you both encounter one another. When your eyes connected to his, you swore you saw the sun burning its gaze at you solely. Those golden eyes widen when you look at him. There it was. The eyes that were like the moon that didn’t turn away from him like many others.

Surely it was fate. It had to be fate. His search had borne fruit after so long.

At last he had found his Nhaama and he will not let you go. You were basically taken away from the Reunion to his tribe on the Dawn Throne. To say he was thrilled was an understatement as he declared to his tribe, the Oronir, that he had found his Nhamma. They were reasonably surprised, almost doubtful but nevertheless happy that their leader had found his beloved after so long. Already they can imagine the wedding that would be the greatest event the Steppe will ever see!

Magnai swore to take care of you and so will the tribe. Being the leader’s chosen partner, you must be given the utmost respect and all devotion by the Khan himself. There’s so many plans he had to do, but he also wanted to enjoy the moment, this was a celebration for his tribe and himself.

“My Nhaama is quite shy.” He mumbles, holding you in his lap and keeping a firm arm around you preventing any escape attempt as he sits at his throne. Magnai was content his loneliness was no more and now his thoughts were now of what to get you as a gift. Perhaps the finest coat? Maybe even jewelry to match your eyes or a strong hunt that would sing praises. Whatever the case, he can give it to his sweet Nhaama.