Moonspear We move like the ocean

The touch of his cool nose against her cheek caused Wildfire to drag her eyes upward and look into his, her own gaze still quietly imploring. He seemed a bit sheepish, brushing the whole thing off as some silly, inconsequential notion. Although relief swept through her again, Wildfire wouldn't so easily forget this conversation. It clearly meant a lot to him, which meant it was important to her. She had a lot of thinking to do in the very near future.

But, for now, she wanted to get back to simply enjoying their newly proclaimed bond. "I'm happy too," she murmured, coaxing her muscles to relax. Her earlier smile bloomed on her face again. "Does this mean I get to be Mrs. Lodbrok?" she quipped softly, immediately latching onto the idea of taking his name versus any of the alternatives. It sounded and felt so strange after being a Redhawk for so long, yet Wildfire knew it would definitely grow on her.