Duskfire Glacier who whispered the beauty of snow and the fear of death

Tzilas croon of congratulations was rewarded with a small head bow of acknowledgement before the woodland mans attention returned to Imaq. Her initial reaction was that of shock, a reaction wholly unexpected by Rye. He started to stutter incoherent words, quickly trying to back pedal in whatever direction his brain came up with first but then her muzzle slid across his chest and neck. Kisses were planted around his ear and before he could snap out of his own shock she pulled away. The merle woman began explaining her offer was indeed from her own choosing. Coming to terms with the fact that he, an at times bumbling fool, made her happy was a herculean task at best but realizing he was getting that chance to be with her made him giddy. A once bashful, reluctant smile blossomed into a fully fledged expression of happiness. His heart swooned and he could swear it sang too but perhaps that was just the jubilation fluttering in his chest.
As the final words crossed Imaqs lips Rye leaned in and closed the distance with a kiss, there wasn't a thing he could think of to say that would perfectly express how he felt for her. A kiss was all he managed and even then it wasn't close to good enough.
As his lungs began to signal for fresher oxygen Rye slowly pulled away, a smile returning to his lips. "You are my happy too." He murmured, his gaze rested on the merles eyes, a bottomless pool of sincerity held with the hotahs own tawny golds. "It would be a privilege to have you as my wife until the end of time itself." There was endless things to say but Rye knew to cap himself off there, his soon to be wife had more than earned a long nap and droning on would only lengthen her time before she could catch up on sleep.