Great Bear Wilderness [wp] upyakkaa ⟺

sólhárr watched as the moonwoman shaped his name with her tongue, each attempt drawing the edges of his mouth into something near a smile. not mockery—no, he would not mock a woman of such standing—but something softer, something amused.

it is fitting, she said.

his golden eye lingered on her, keen and knowing. it is good you think so, moonwoman.

his voice was low, edged with the respect her station deserved. he had known of her long before he had ever set foot in her village. whispers of a woman who wove marriages as deftly as she did stories, who saw the future in the bones she cast. his wife carried her blood, and that was no small thing.

you have given me a strong wife. i will see that she never wants for anything. it was a vow as much as a statement. he owed this woman that much. his gaze did not waver, nor did the quiet steel in his voice.

a pause, thoughtful. you are mother to many. will you be there when they are born?