Gilded Bay it's a battle cry, it's a symphony

Her heart raced with the last of the adrenaline, endorphins high with the pleasurable post-fight soreness. She grinned and returned the affectionate touch, bumping her forehead into his shoulder. For a moment she mourned the time they would spend apart, but the moment passed and she began to focus on the present. She rolled onto her side, her spine against his ribs. We are strong, the winter will not break us, she said pensively. I will visit, but someday you must come to see my home. It was always her traveling to him, and though she understood that he might have a harder time traveling than she, Ragna still wanted him to see that which she was so proud of: the copse. Together they whiled away some time, but at last night drew near and they had to split, each towards their own home.