Sunset Valley sólsetur

It was not to no one.

She should have known he was there. Not as a shadow but as a guiding light. There is something akin to embarrassment that flicked over her features briefly. Tucked away to become quiet and composed.

Slowly she had been trying to understand his words. Many, many times she still has to ask but this one is a clear question.

An open inquiry.

Þú myndir ekki vita það jafnvel þótt ég segði það.

It is perhaps the longest thing she has said to him! Yet she realized that in her own tongue, she can tell him secrets. If he does not understand, then he will not know.

She rounded herself to return to his side. Disinterested in hunting the elk in the distance or watching the birds find a migration route. Only the most delicate brush of shoulder against his strong limb. She has not found her full confidence in touch as he had — yet never had she warded off his contact.

Tuka-vaa.

Whatever he wished for his day to be filled with, they will do it together.