Neverwinter Forest Moon, a hole of light

"will you make me a pelt?"

there was a growing smile upon her face. she would have done such anyway if they were to wed! there place might soon fill with pelts as their hunting carried on. the fox fur from her mother would be her own cloak.

his declaration of her as both places.

soon she would be only forneskja. moonglow would always be in her blood, her spirit, but it would not be the title she said first. her heart, grieving among its bloom. a difficult thing to grapple with! to feel dread and to feel adoration all at once.

i will make you a pelt. she told him now. and it will be taught to others here too. i must have a woman's circle. would he deny her this? she did not think so if she spoke it so certain.

her children will learn all she knew, too, but this she did not say. for fear that it might somehow lay a curse upon her womb or upon their time together when it came.

i will bind forneskja to many, many villages. moonglow is but only the first moon village.

she motioned for him to come with her, out of their shared space and into the forest.