The Floodlands Hold Me, Love Me, Stay With Me [m?]

Dag belted out a slightly hysterical laugh. This is good, he told himself, gazing appreciatively at his beautiful... what, lover? Wife? He didn't know exactly what to call it just yet, but found himself warming to the idea all the same. She was funny and sweet, and she knew things he didn't.

"Then I will start right now," he said with a much calmer, much warmer chuckle. "Olet kaunis - you are beautiful. Olen siunattu - I am blessed."

Shyly, he leaned nearer and touched snuffled his nose against the bulb of one of her finely-furred ears. "En tiedä mitä sanoa. Taivaat ovat epäonnistuneet minut. Mikään ei ole kauniimpi kuin sinä," he whispered, voice throaty and deep. "Laitat tähdet silmissäni."

His heart was pounding so fast and loud - Dag was sure she could feel it against her fur, if she could not hear it humming in the air. Attempting to cover up the sound, but now also bursting with feeling for his sweet mate, Dag hurried on to speak more sweet nothings into her ear. "I will compose songs for you, miina, and I will sing them to you in both of our languages."