Moonspear We move like the ocean

As with the surname, Floki didn't shoot down the idea, yet nor did he commit to it. Wildfire flashed him a small smile and nod. She couldn't imagine how bereft she would feel if she came across her father's robbed grave. Of course, her father was very much alive and he had been an important part of Wildfire's life since the beginning. Floki's relationship with Ragnar was an entirely different story, one she would let rest for the moment.

"So," she said after a brief silence, "I know this is technically our wedding night and I should totally cash in on all my love points..." She gave Floki a dorky little grin. "But I'm feeling pretty dead on my feet," Wildfire admitted regretfully. "Maybe in the morning?" she added perhaps a little too excitedly, then snickered at herself. "Although I might sleep for a couple of days straight." She found herself nibbling at her lip, hoping she hadn't just possibly disappointed him all over again. But she was weary, achy and, to top it all off, in desperate need of a bath.