Moonspear lawmother

She was flattered that he mirrored her first words, her curiosity stoked once she realized he might describe her. Already, she felt a dizzying want to hear more from him, and as the second word was spoken she found her chin lifted, revealing a glimpse of trust as she craned to make out the third word. She blinked, and her head tilted, to hear a word so warmly spoken, in a tongue she did not understand. She inferred that it was a compliment. She felt fey and yet deliciously shameful to think she heard longing in his voice. 

Another word- spoken with a puff of raspberry breath. She smiled, her eyes finally softening, allowing her eyelids to flutter and relax as she held his gaze for a moment. Her gaze fell, and with a private smile, she considered his name, and then hers, as well. She thought of how her nickname seemed to be preferred by Njord, but decided not to forsake the dainty white flower for which she had been named. She peered up, knowing that however he spoke of her now, he would know the name to say. 

"Simbelmyne."