Ouroboros Spine i need those

sólhárr settled himself as callyope dictated, across from the moonwoman and her sun-man. though his size and stature carried weight, his movements were deliberate, respectful, mindful of the eyes that watched him. the gifts he had brought were laid out carefully before him: the boar’s tusks, shining white against the pelts, the rich hide, and the dried meat that spoke of the forest’s abundance.

his golden eyes, warm as the sun his name bore, swept over the offerings prepared by kukutux. they lingered for a moment on the preserved salmon and honeycomb, a silent appreciation, before lifting to meet her gaze.

moonwoman," he began, his voice steady and low, carrying the weight of his purpose. sun-man. it is a pleasure. i come to ask for callyope’s hand, to honor her name and yours in my village.

he allowed a brief pause, his gaze flicking to callyope, her warmth a beacon even now. her faith in him steadied his own resolve.

these gifts, he gestured lightly toward the offerings, are from the forest. they are a token of what my village can offer—a life of strength, abundance, and shared purpose.

then, he leaned forward slightly, his tone softening, as if addressing not just leaders but parents. call-yope is radiant, as you have both surely seen long before i did. i wish to build a life with her, to honor her as my seiðkona, and to honor the traditions of your people as well as mine.

he settled back, his posture upright but no less grounded. i am here to listen. to speak. to understand what must be done to make this union worthy in your eyes.