Gilded Bay A Maze or Labarynth

She laughed, the movement of it caused her to almost miss his own lean forward and there was a moment of silence as she realized what had happened. A blink and a wide grin as she leaned forward, returning the kiss with a small swipe of her own tongue against his cheek. "Very much so." Closer together she shifted so she could brush shoulders with him, not quite leaning nor relinquishing contact. Heph felt like laughing and running and staring, the moment felt full to bursting with possibility.

"So forward, should I ask Rodyn what the bride price would be?" Her lips twitched at the teasing. While she had vague plans that it was a tradition she wanted to follow it was another thing, to think that he might have to travel, she did not need pelts or trinkets from afar to prove his regard. He had stayed in Moontide, had spent time with no expectation so that they might know one another better. If it was a tradition he was amenable to then it would not have anything to do with proof.