Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

she shifted against him.

his words carried a weight and it was that alone that offered her eyes the ability to open a bit more. to look up at his face clearly.

i have already broke many traditions, she knew this and she did not wish to hide it from him. a matchmaker might collect names. i asked my mother to collect them. yet now... her voice trailed off and her eyes grew full of warmth for him. she was here, not with any name that had been gathered.

he should know these things. he should see the tangles that she had made before she had become unraveled with him.

each of us might have lived among our villages together, for a time.

him in moonglow. her...wherever he had been before, maybe.

clearly that might not work here with something so fresh, being built by his roughened palms.

but the bride price is important. to me, to my mother and father. she would not see that one tarnished by her infatuations. what is asked for is a reflection of my worth and your devotion.

was he nervous to be faced with them in moonglow? did he fret over what they might ask? she had faith in him, but she had no way to tell his thinkings on what the price may be.

still, she dared to think she might like to marry him proper in the thickest snow of the winter season.