Ouroboros Spine sons of salt and sea

She hummed, leaning forwards to press her forehead to Rhaegal’s. She let the contact burn down her muzzle for a moment.

Ive been calling you my stag in my head for a time now. So, I believe I’ll call you that. She said, eyes falling closed. Vaire relaxed almost completely.

Even now, she thought of her siblings, her mother, and she wished them well. But Vairë was no longer that girl.

She was a Sveijarn.

The language you speak…will you teach it to me?