Redtail Rise bridal ballad

Over those days, Ashlar slept longer than he had while traveling. It was his first real sleep in months, untroubled by nightmares or sounds that threatened. He reacclimated himself as well, as best he could, but he wasn’t used to being so social.

Ashlar hated that he might need it, but gathering the things he needed to rebuild his life as healer here might be a good excuse for solitude.

He still couldn’t believe that they were both here. How long had he searched after she’d already returned? And how?

He’d found the bear. He hadn’t had the courage to face it. He’d had nightmares for weeks after.

She called and he came, as always. Trepidation still played about his chest despite her warm welcome. He did not regret any of his decisions, but with them, he’d left the thing he’d promised never to abandon. She rated above any rise; he did not know if she agreed. So as he approached, it was with a subtle and curious wave to his tail, but he waited to let her speak first.

He felt shyer than he had at their reunion and he wasn’t sure why.