Ouroboros Spine mundr

Aiolos comes to quiet. He watches. Like the much younger men before him, he is not one of many words. He had never been. 

The matter is settled. A wedding would be made in the deep of winter, between the edges of Moonglow's low mountains and the the end of the still green of the confir trees of the forest. Neverwinter for which it was known. 

When his wife is finished with her word, he would be there to help to collect the gifts which were brought to them. Some might even return to the wedding, made into smooth pelts and dried meats. 

Aiolos would direct any who came near to keep space of their visitors. Not as a guard, but to ensure they was left to rest deeply and peacefully from their long hours of work.