Dragoncrest Cliffs Windchime

She would never take this for granted: the way they could echo one another’s thoughts so effortlessly. Meerkat bobbed her head in acknowledgement, her cheek rubbing against the jut of his shoulder blade. It was a tiny bit uncomfortable, so she reluctantly sat up a bit straighter as she considered her response.

I know. I don’t think it will change anything, for me, she admitted very quietly, chewing at her lip and seeking her husband’s eye again. Did he feel the same? It’s our decision, though it would mean so much to me if they supported it. If they don’t, well… all we can do is make sure we listen to their concerns and do our best to field them, I suppose.

It was a heavy thought, one that threatened to poke a pinhole in her balloon and let it sink back beneath the murk of darker, cloudier thoughts. But before it could, Njord changed the subject. A little snort of surprise escaped her as Meerkat leaned in again, more conspiratorially this time, their noses nearly touching.

Oh yeah? Who was the young lady? And what exactly did you catch them doing? she whispered, brows arching and lips curling.