Flycatcher Downs geometries

He, too, hovered around Kvarsheim, never straying far from Rising Sun Valley. Having reunited with his daughter, he now sought his mate. Apparently she had been here, too; that was the plan, after all. Return - and then see what would happen next. Merry never really had a plan for these things.

Merry hadn't been able to track down Inkeri yet, but she was tough, and he reckoned he'd find her soon enough. 

This morning, however, a strange outcropping of rocks had him pause and distracted in his pursuit. He stood at their bad, staring up - fascinated, within the sharp shadow they cast.

Their paths had converged, but never crossed. But Inkeri had faith in Merry and faith in fate. So she was not fussy.

Today was no different she was searching and wandering when she caught a whiff of crushed herbs and a scent that was uniquely Merry and raced towards it.

She called out as she ran. Heya Merry. Merry.

Of everything able to pull him from the libraries of his mind, Inkeri stood alone. Her voice was like the song of the morning birds, like water over smooth river rocks, like a thousand other cliches that would never win him a Nobel prize for poetry or prose - but he had already won Inkeri's heart, and he couldn't want for anything, or anyone, but her.

Keri! he laughed! Hold up, m'lady, I'm coming, And, rocks forgotten, he leapt to where she'd called for him, intent to wrap her in his arms the moment they'd collide.

Sorry for falling behind! Mind if we present date this? <3

Inkeri was happy in their current ways. They weren't always with each othwr, but they always found each other. That was enough.

The sound of her nickname on his lips filled her heart to the brim. She loved it, loved him.

His dear face came into view amd she all but tackled him.

Hello Merry! Merry.

no worries at all.