Two Rivers Isle As you are now, ever again

Ulrich looked up from his border patrol at Adylaide's howl. His wife's howl. His wife... It was still so new to him that it did not seem real, but it flushed him with joy all the same. He wondered if everything had happened too fast, but had to keep reminding himself that they had known each other for three years. Surely three years was not too fast?

No. He would not doubt this. He doubted much, often, but he would not doubt this. He would allow himself this one happiness, the only happiness he needed.

With a satisfied sigh and smile, he went off to find Adylaide... and find her he did, standing at the edge of a massive sinkhole. Be careful! he cautioned, hurrying forward, resisting the urge to nudge her back. She was an adult; she could take care of herself. He would not be overprotective if he could help it. Such behavior was not fitting of a... a husband. He smiled at the word, even as he studied the inside of the sink hole, which was filled only with a slurry of half-frozen water and snow now. I wonder what it will look like in the spring, he mused. Will it flood...? We'll have to be cautious of this place. Sinkholes can be much bigger than one thinks, and the ground can suddenly give way beneath one's paws even far away from the edge.