Neverwinter Forest kill the messenger

there is a thoughtful glint to the bright absinthe of her gaze. of all who she could have met in the plains, it had been him. two strangers become one. two strangers molded with similar beliefs.

she was not one to chalk up their first meeting to something as romantic or frivolous as fate. but of all who she could have met, to be so well fitted with each other.

two pieces of a puzzle.

he shared the names he'd thought over, and of the name he'd taken for his bloodline. their bloodline. "yellowstone," she tastes the sound of it on her tongue, a smile teasing the corner of her lips. "our name for new beginnings," she let out as a step is taken to plant a kiss along the edge of his jaw. the name fit for both bloodline and home, and she was pleased.