Sawtooth Spire wild kids

"pssht," heda scoffed. "gender roles are bunk, caracal, i expect us to share the title of wifey at least seventy/thirty percent." she eyed him with faux scolding and then scudded snow in his direction again. "you know if you'd told me that one day i'd be lying about being married to go on a cross-country trip — i might believe you."
she laughed softly, then stretched with a yawn.
this was easy to fixate on. this was easy to think about, more than anything else was. heda saw no reason not to throw herself into it. it kept her mind from straying back to the sister she was sure she'd betrayed.
"let's eat," she suggested, gracing the expanse with one more lingering look.