Shadowwyn Moor [m] māmila

"yes," sun eater murmured as morwenna accepted the lengthy lanzadoii title. it was their way; their words flowered into running water sentences as much as the rest of their speech.

he remained close because he was able, entitled; he breathed in her own breaths and gave his own as she whispered. "is beautiful like you are," he uttered clumsily, for he had never been a creature of sentimentality even as a husband.

a lie. with gheli, cen had been unrecognizable. now here,  glimpse of it; his lips coursing in a tease over her earlobe and the side of her face, exhale warming the roots of hair along her throat; he was starved for the softer contact only his wife offered, and drank her thankfully in as they stood above the caribou.

"maybe yikaas for others who not speak lanzadoii. easier. or make them say yikaas k'edghildza. all."

in his name and in her own she would be commanding, and suddenly bright in his gaze was need of another kind. this time sun eater did not care who might come upon them. only the caribou spirits need bear witness.