Neverwinter Forest Some would sing and some would scream

"my elska,"

not yet she wanted to tell him. yet she did not want to scare him off. how silly! instead she only kept him close to her when he struggled with her name. his muttered words warmed her cheeks.

elska, she told him. or kaljóf.

just for you.

but he would learn. they would mold each other in the warmth of their palms. each would share parts that they carried individually.

nikisuittuk, she might whisper for the north star upon his head. ukiatsâk, she might utter for the autumn flares of his fur. neither of these said out loud yet. not until she new for certain that she could name him, that he would not vanish like a burning dream.

sólhárr... his name said for no reason other than she could! fire amber eyes looking for the cool depths of his own gaze.