Ouroboros Spine shine, shine, shine

Valiant found them beside the lake, looking at peace in a way that struck him, suddenly, and stuck deep in his throat. Sorrow was still heavy on the land, and loneliness, too, but these two had found love in each other. Had forged it, had nurtured it. They still lived here in their home, though it felt bigger and emptier than it used to.

He wondered if he was bringing them something unpleasant. He'd wondered quite a bit about what he was doing, and how he ought to present himself.

"Evening Ajei, Arrluk," he said as he drew near. He settled, respectfully, and gathered his thoughts about him once more. He couldn't help but reflect on a previous conversation, had with just Aiolos, about a similar topic.

"I've... I've been speaking with Raindrop," he said, looking between them both. "And if her daughters approve, and if you'll approve — I want to marry her, and she wants to marry me."

He looked at Arrluk in particular.

"I hope you know that I love your sister, and that I always will," he told him, swallowing another lump that grew in his throat. "And if this breaks something between us — if you can't give me your blessing as brothers — then I don't need it. I don't need any of it, I mean. Things can go on as they have."

He left it now in their paws.