Neverwinter Forest [m] wanderlily

mother soon.

she wonders if that is what this is. a thought tucked away silently, instead content to bask in his warmth and nearness.

at his question, her lips curled with a smile. then wider into one full of teeth at his confession! her spirit soars and she finds she truly wishes for this. yet she knows things too —

a moon ago... it is clear she is ready to plunge into a story. whispers in the heating space between them. i ask if he has wishes for a wife. he falters, he speaks of being — what had he said? surrogate to other couples. the word is not bitter but she means to wave off the idea.

i tell him his status and health will make him a good husband. he confides that his perfect wife? she is affectionate for the moon, she bathes with him and that she too have health and rank!

and could they not all now see how the moon had shined a path of perfection?

and it is íruna who has these things, is it not?