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Her anxiety began as something invisible to the man who watched her, meeting her eyes with a confidence that was as easy as it was lazy. In the North, there was no room for self-doubt, no room for whatever held her as if a deer in the predator's path. The longer his eyes held her form, the more convinced he came that he could hear the fervent cadence of her heart adding to the song of his own, spinning around the two of them faster and faster and faster and

Her voice. Gentle. Sweet. Ears shifted forward to cup and catch the question she posed to him. So few words she spoke that Stjornuati was able to understand exactly what she asked and ruminate upon an answer before nodding firmly. He would turn his head to look down upon the little lights once more, a thoughtful note crooned gently in the following silence. They are as if small stars, no? Bright and beautiful. This one wonders what they are.