Otter Creek — mithril —

excitement had fueled his body, spiting the winter with how little he cared. a wedding! a wedding! oh, was it right that it excited him more than his own did?

gucci looked around, the pretty sight of snow-powdered branches hiding a path. 

"ah'm... enchanted..." he spoke out loud, still entranced. his gaze travelled down the way a white twig bent, to the sable coat of tavina.

"she'll be delighted, sesh." he grinned.