Moonspear hazine haze

I like to hear of places I will never see. This is a sentiment that intrigues the storyteller within him, and he smiles, something warm purling in his stomach. These little moments, bit by bit, make Moonspear feel more like home. He treasures each one, knowing how easily hardships can fall upon a place--even a mountain such as this. Who knows when it should all slip from his grasp once more?

Llewellyn nods to her suggestion, happy to accompany her. That would be wonderful, the prince answers, his gaze following her gesture. He is keen to explore, and even more keen to do so with a partner. Not just a partner, really--his queen. It is his honor.

Lead the way, fy Mrenhines, he rumbles, his smile remaining, but his face turning to something more stoic and humble. He is at her service.