Moonstone Quarry [M] Do you dare to tame my fire?

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he had felt it before the wind brought her cry to him.
something restless in the air. something sacred in the marrow. a tug in his chest, not of duty, but of bond—one forged beneath blood-scented stone and the moon's pale eye. he had given her his name, and she had filled his bones with light.
when her call came, solharr was already moving.
through the quarry paths carved by time and footfall, his stride was not hurried but purposeful, like the tide that always finds the shore. when he saw her—his fleur, radiant even in unrest—he did not speak.
his breath left him like a vow.
he came to her, closing the distance with reverent certainty, and lowered his head until their brows met once more, as they had the day they chose one another. a shared breath, grounding. steadying.
i am here, he murmured, his voice a deep hush, filled with the thunder of devotion. his muzzle traced along her cheek, a motion both calming and possessive. whatever burns in you, i will carry.
and he did not wait for permission. she had called, and so he came—not as harrow, not as hárkonungr, but as solharr. the man she had tethered with the fire of her soul.
his.