Alpine Lake the stars shine for you, only you

The sea-soaked yearling's gaze lands on him again as he dances in and out of her peripherals — a flickered whisker, a fluttering ear.  She absorbs his silence comfortably, without a need to fill it, tending to her cracked paws.  Soon their travels would be over and they would be back to the Vale and although she worried about telling Rannoch that they were leaving together — a unit — it did not come to the forefront of her mind.

Nothing stood to concern her. 
Their time was soon, their time was now.  The druid brushed against her almost undetectably and she lets out a deep sigh, once again turning her attention towards the beauty in front of them.

Soon enough they would come back this way and begin Tindómë, but until then she'd hold onto this moment as far as she could take it, coming back to it in the uncertainties their near future would bring.