Dawnlark Plains tender like a dove

he does not expect her answer, has readied himself for the opposite. her 'yes' floods his chest with pleasant warmth, and he smiles. the cold is not quite so difficult to bear with another by his side.

he does not wish her good travels, nor safety. she does not need luck, for she is a wild woman carved from the ice itself. he sees it in the way her eyes burn.

"there is a home for you here, should you return. i will make sure of it."

a promise.