Redtail Rise [m] Sīkärr

If she was good, he was better.
Ayovi allows the caribou to slip from her shoulders as the man draws her beneath his bear. Her belly is a new obstacle between them; she can no longer fit so seamlessly against his chest. The realization makes her laugh and she lifts her chin to hold Skorpa’s eyes in warm amusement.
“At the gathering you siger… Ayovi’s mand.” Her smile stalls, mouth struggling with his north on a tongue not shaped for such vowels.
“Jeg bekymrede… mig ønsker stille kone. Traditionel.”
She can feel her heart pounding, the press of her stomach into his flank, the strength of his arms over her back. The connection between them, she knew it was not tenuous, nor frail, but it is her father’s voice running through her head, reminding her constantly how a good Ashēeran wife will conduct herself for a husband.