Great Bear Wilderness [wp] a union for the ages

open to all, but tags for mention/interaction! @Rokkur @Callyope @Solharr

íruna feels the weight of the moment settle into her chest, a tide of emotions that swells and recedes, leaving her both overjoyed and humbled. her glacier-blue eyes are alight as she watches callyope and sólhárr, their union a perfect reflection of the gods' blessings upon forneskja. the tears that glisten in callyope’s amber eyes, the pride etched into sólhárr’s features—íruna holds these images close to her heart, a treasure she will carry always.

pressing closer to her own newly wed, she buries her nose against his throat, seeking his warmth. her voice is soft but filled with a kind of awe as she murmurs, look at them. she shifts, her cheek brushing against rökkur’s fur, her breath warm against him. they’re perfect together.

íruna tilts her head slightly to nudge him by the cheek fur with a soft laugh. shall we go and congratulate our leaders? her tone carries a teasing lilt; her heart swells with affection for the pair, and for her own husband.

their union is a beautiful thing ; it swells a pride within him, and a thankfulness that the gods had planted him upon a path that would allow him, now, to sit beside a wife of his own ; strong, beautiful, seemingly as moved by the celebration as he was. rökkur mánison looked towards íruna mánison, his jaw resting atop her crown as she buried her nose within his neck. her scent was thick within his pelt as her cheek shifted upon it.

they are, he agreed, smiling. he moves away as she nudges him, raising to his paws before his wife can even propose the idea. yes, let us, the lorekeeper nods, brushing his tail against her flank. an affectionate sight for anyone to behold, as he would not restrain himself, nor hide they joy he felt for being wedded to the shieldmaiden, healer, the woman who would support him for the rest of his days, just as he would for her.

i wonder how quickly they may bring forth life, he hummed, curious and somewhat teasing, in a sense. forneskjan blood would be revered within the forest. and what their names may be. i suppose only time will tell, a slow approach, so that he may share time and conversation with the woman who had once been his betrothed ...

... now, much more.

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the weight of his new title—a husband, a leader bound now by love as much as duty—settled across his broad shoulders, not heavy, but solid. grounding.

he turned as rökkur and íruna approached, their presence warm and familiar, the bond they shared palpable even at a distance. as they drew closer, solhárr’s tail swayed slightly, a rare softness touching the sharp angles of his features.

íruna, rökkur, he greeted, dipping his head in acknowledgment. the gods have been generous, to bring us all here. his gaze flickered between the pair, lingering on the way rökkur’s tail brushed íruna’s flank, a gesture of quiet affection that did not go unnoticed.

you honor us with your presence tonight, solhárr said, his voice a steady rumble. then, with a faint grin tugging at the corner of his lips, he added, and perhaps, it is your turn to share wisdom. you have walked this path before us. he tilted his head, the humor in his tone tempered with genuine respect.

swept up in everything!

yet her heart felt as though it might burst when she sees them. without a care in the world, she wished to sweep íruna up in her hold for a hug.

let the men have their wisdom tonight. it is our hearts i seek to listen to!

twirling away to laugh vibrantly and kiss her husband's cheek.

husband!

she is steadfast at rokkur's side, unwilling to part from him. determined to show the strength of their coupling, to all who were at attendance.

let them see the strength of forneskja's leadership.

she laughs sweetly at solharr, letting her cheek brush against rokkur's shoulder and neck fur, before she is whisked away by callyope.

a hug she cherishes, before both wives resume their places at the sides of husbands. but she will let the men converse, as callyope directed; turning eyes to her friend. you look beautiful, she hums with light joy, the winter wedding reddens your cheeks.