Ouroboros Spine sons of salt and sea

Giddy was a good word to describe her in that moment, half mad with joy as Rhaegal touched his nose to her cheek. She was his doewife, and wasn’t that a word she never expected to hear.

A part of her wanted to go back to the angry, lost child she’d once been, so confused when her mother had gone searching for her sister and left herself and Lómion behind, even to the brittle girl who ended up alone. To tell her that this was her future, this was what she would gain in the end. When the pain was gone and replaced by certainty and joy.

The ground under her feet no longer shook. Vairë was a wife.

She turned to rub her cheek against Rhaegal’s own.

Does that make you stag-husband? She asked after a moment, half jokingly.

Or are you sea-husband?