Neverwinter Forest eat your heart,

so sorry for the wait !!! i love them ,, rokkuna 4 life

her breath is warm against him, billowing against their plush pelts, thick for wintertime and pressed close together in a way that such betrothed would. her words came almost melodic, like music, a song, to the lorekeepers ears. he said, then: and i, you, íruna úthafskari, woundmender, ritualwoman, came a smile upon the sögumaðr's face. his nose would find the fur upon her cheek, then, brushing against it, soft and careful. i am glad that you are the woman that the gods have bestowed upon me, and that i am the man that they have delivered to you, his breath was warm by her ear.

she delivers a kiss to the curve of his chin, then, and speaks of not waiting. of wedding with only their hárkonungr and seiðkona to bear witness, to which his smile only grew. the woman before him was keen, then, to jump into this marriage, she seemed devoid of doubts ; the wedding, the path that the gods guide them upon, even rökkur himself ; she seemed confident in all of it, and so the dark man would whisper: and so it will be. we will wed shortly, before the union of our king and queen, so that together we may be in strength and bless their ceremony, his words were firm, deliberate, before he said: and so that i must not wait to take you as my wife, íruna úthafskari.

joy, warm hearth, pups, laughter, the future. all such things that the moonguardian wished for ; and to nurture his wife as she will nurture him, such a thought found his vulnerability, and it seemed to further remove any layers of protection, of guardedness and thorns from his very being, leaving him exposed and truly himself beneath the gaze of his soon-to-be wife. we will have our children, he assured, then. and we will hear their laughter, and their cries, and their shouts, and despite it all - the sleepless nights and the difficulties - we will raise our family with love and we will know that we are blessed by the moonlady, as well as strengthened by one another.

so we will not wait. but i do wonder - will you take my name? a coy smile, then, as he pulled away from his betrothed so that he may study her expression. will you become a child of the moon, like i am? and if not, will our children be known as mánison whelps? or, are you a woman of tradition, wishing for them to bear the name of rökkurson? i believe it sounds a bit strange, but it is up to you, my lady.

perhaps he talked too much.