Snowforest Taiga ξ

Her caribou falls away, shoulders met with chill before mantled in Skorpa’s kiss. Ayovi takes hold of her husband’s wrist and dances her lips over flesh. “Er det så forkert at ønske, at det bare kunne være os igen?” She sinks into his explorations, barricaded once more by her fullness; a reminder of the life and purpose they wished for their children.
Ayovi’s throat tightens. She pulls from her husband just enough to see into the firestone eyes.
“Lorcan er et problem. Han vil kneppe alle kvinder på bjerget, jeg er ligeglad. Jeg holder af Elowen. Hun er stadig ved at komme sig frashe—” she could not say it. “Og han skjuler det for hende.”
There was more… but should she say so? Ayovi wasn’t certain, and so she remained quiet; lengthening that which she had decided must be concealed from her own husband.