Northstar Vale a grin as sharp as a knife (mtr.)

she snipes at him; and it does not go unacknowledged as being well warranted. he bites back any retort that dances upon his tongue, refusing to allow passage to vocal chords and into the air between them. instead, he favors blessed silence, thoughts trailing to how her presence stirs the water 'round them, causing it to lap at his chin and rising and falling along his nape, like mini and softened waves.

kuuhaltija? the tundrian word rolls off of his tongue as he looks back over his shoulder at her pale form, delicate and lighting touched. it means 'moon sprite'. i thought it fits you ...but if you'd rather i call you something less informal i can come up with something else. he supplies the offer to her, wondering — if she doesn't like it — what the hell he might call her since 'queen' was off the table.