Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

kaljóf.

she liked it. held it in her heart like a treasured trinket. it felt familiar, it felt new. she lived in two worlds when she was given such a thing.

more names, more trinkets. kept so close to her that they became one with her.

she could not contain all of it! a heart bursting with — joy, adoration. how good it is to be free of shackles of grief or concern. none of it lives here with him. she did not mean to diminish all that had happened, or cast it aside into the fire, but the relief is there. the guilt comes later.

elska. she exhaled in an echo at him.

learning a new language does not feel so daunting when she already has two comfortably. the greek of her father's tongue not as trained as it perhaps should have been, she did not count it a third.

this could be a third.

she tilted her head to place a kiss at his chin. it is an infatuation that makes her think she ought to do such a thing as much as she can. in case it ever ceases, in case this moment becomes a dream.

kaljóf — how many names might she wear when she was with him? songbird, elska, kaljóf... is it better for you to call me that? she did not doubt his capabilities in their shared tongue and it was only adoration in her question.