Neverwinter Forest keep up

i know we still have one but...

@Solharr,

spoken beneath the moon's light. tomorrow it would be full and she thought such a thing was fitting! nor did she wish to wait, while bodies had gathered and activity filled the forest.

i wish to go to moonglow tomorrow.

for him to meet her father now too, for him to solidify their futures with declarations of a bride price.

hárkonungr appeared from the mist of her call, irrecoverably bound to her voice. he found her in the glade, marked by their own combined scents— euphoric, if he could use a word to describe it.

with a nose buried into her nape, he hummed. elska.

she wished to go to moonglow, did she? why did it make the hárkonungr worried? had she wanted to dispell from the home that yet come from the birth of their union? what of their future—?

he cleared his throat. has moonwoman summoned you?

comfort. his presence at her nape is like a blanket drawn over shoulders.

bodies gather, work is being done. a village might rise before he ever laid eyes upon her father! they would see these things, she knew.

i mean for you — us — to sit among moonwoman and sun man. tell them your ways, discuss our engagement. see the lands i have come from!

rushing, rushing. yet the snows would gather soon and his bride price would still need to be paid. if they wished to wed in the deep snows!

maybe i am too quick — a restless sort of energy. but i have so little want for waiting. turning to look upon his face now, searching and wanting.

not enough work, he wanted to huff, but maintained enough poise to be considered polite. he listened to his elska, her wishes, her wants. she spoke feverishly, where as hárkonungr sought to calm her down.

he let out a deep breath to still the silence, to let her breathe. he would not deny her request— for as he was just as urgent to pay the bridge price as she.

you are home, he remarked, quietly, but knew her intent. i will go. there is a boar for your work. the snow would fall quickly, soon enough, and there would be no cubkin upon this land until their union was purified.

it held paramount her feelings of impatience. it soothed him— she wants this, needs this— just as much as he did.

we will leave at first light, once the pelt is done. he'd join their foreheads together, strong and valiant forces of a reborn sun and moon. go. the moonwoman would not like to wait. neither would i.