Nova Peak τ

Morning streams into their longhouse, it’s luminescence tempting her to forego sleep. But she doesn’t, shutting her eyes and stirring only when her ruddy man gazes in at her from the bright ingress, as if sensing his nearness. She watches him work, refulgent, painting her bedfur in florals. He brings spring into their home, wildflowers of all colors, fresh and bright like sliced fruits, with the whole day ahead of them.
But he does not see her yet who flickers her eyes to a soft close when Skorpa nears. Only when his face is bent does she note his infinite expressions— grinning and quiet, sarky and gentle… His looks contradict him, the hulking jaws of a bearskin honed for conquest in battle, holding so delicately those blooms which would easily bruise. A watchful guardian, except she’d never seen a guard like him. He’d bathed, bringing youth back into his face. Desire and love waves through her like heat, curling down to her limbs. Her body aches but her mind feels clear again. Cornflower eyes trace finally up into her husband’s face.
That’s mine.
Ayovi reaches an arm out to catch him, certain it’s a wrist, and kisses it.
"Du badede," she grins, coaxing him to her.
The air smells like lilac.