Firestone Hot Springs [m] newly

sólhárr hummed, a deep, thoughtful sound as he pulled her closer, his tongue smoothing over her damp fur with slow, deliberate strokes. he would see her clean, healthy—he wished for nothing less for them both. these waters, these moments, were not just for pleasure but for renewal.

i wish the same, he murmured between ministrations, voice warm, steady. strong sons, wise daughters. a family that will endure long after we are gone. he paused, letting his nose rest briefly against the curve of her jaw.

then, a thought came, and his golden gaze flicked to hers. do you know what iruna wishes for our son? he asked, lifting his head slightly. she speaks of a future—of her daughter, not yet born, meant to be wed to ours.

his voice was unreadable, neither for nor against the idea. but he wanted to hear callyope’s thoughts, to know what his wife wished for their legacy.