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Moondancer · 5 hours ago

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It was quickly that he moved. By her side in what felt like a heartbeat, a single breath taken, and a single breath released just as quickly. He rumbled, a wordless acknowledgement spilling from a figure that very well mirrored the strength, the protection of the mountains that sheltered them.
She saw, from side-long glace, as he surveyed the place, giving a hardly-there nod before he spoke. Approved of it, he did. His voice low as he drew closer, giving her a promise that she would ensure that he kept: ours. More than want, she echoed, now. Her words came in an almost-coo. This place... it speaks. To my heart. To my very wish, my desire, and her words carried a weight to them. A weight that she could certainly hold on her lonesome, and yet, chose to share nonetheless, should Uktark wish to bare it with her.
The moondancer paused, now, looking to him. Touching her nose to his jaw, her breath, warm, lilting against his neck when she spoke: I want you, came an intimate mumur. To share this land with me. My guardian, as these walls will guard us. My provider, as these lands will provide us, her words were hushed and bound by oath. What she asked for was a promise; a promise of him to her. The moondancer longed to hear it. Her body warmed at such a concept. A current of something akin to electricity: exciting, and new.
Pledge yourself to me, her voice was hardly above a whisper, now, but it was laced with want. With a choice made; for she had chosen the man before her. Just as she wished to be chosen by him. And I will have you, as you will have me, and the following was whispered in her mother tongue, planted upon his ear like a kiss: My beautiful shadow. Meaning made clear by tone.