Moonsong Glacier One must have a mind of winter

When he moved, she picked up her feet quickly and fell in step beside him. His stride was long, but she managed. 

If you choose to welcome me, I will stay, Cheif Dutch. The usage of his title and name are tentatively spoken, for she is unsure how he prefers to be addressed. But only by trial and error can she learn his way. 

I am Eira—properly known as Gwyneira, daughter of the [i]Imaguk[i] tribe. A soft, respectful return of introductions.

I have the desire to be mother and wife, yes. The elders of my mother tribe teach us to want this, for it it part of our purpose. But I want it, not only because they want it for us. I delight in the idea, in fact. She truly did. Who wouldn't want such a prospect?