Emberwood Upon the sea and within the forest, thick as theives

She laughed with him! And he was back at the ocean, soaring with her over heights and breadths, the shimmer of her sea green eyes once again more beautiful than the waves below.

He couldn’t take his eyes from her.

I’m glad you think so! Let them never forget it, he puffed up his chest a moment as though showing off his bravado, but he collapsed into a laugh, knowing how silly he must have looked.

But Inkeri herself was all giggles and shy glances now — and his breath hitched when she said it: she was looking for him.

Her Merry.

His face flushed, and now his turn came to smile shyly up at her, my Merry? he repeated with the trill of a laugh, and his heart now seemed ready to burst from him entirely, ready to soar. He reached up and offered her a soft boop on the nose, and hummed for her, my Inkeri.