Neverwinter Forest but my eyes burn

for @Solharr !! making rokkuna wedding arrangements, nyehehehe

backdated to jan 3

it was the sunking who faithman sought, for neither he nor his bride-to-be wished to wait long, for wished to stand in unity before the wedding of their leaders - let it be a private affair, the woman of the dragons bay had told him, and so he would hope to grant his betrothed such a wish. sólhárr, came low tones, echoing through the woods.

he would follow the scent of the leader ; alone, though certainly thick with his own engaged. a flicker of amusement washed upon his face, however he would be lying should he deny that his own was not stuck like brambles to his fur, as well. i wish to discuss my union with you, straight-to-the-point, he was, as his wife would want him to be ; he had come with a purpose, an intent. let this be joy, but also, let this be quick.

a silence, before he said: íruna and i have come to a decision.

sólhárr turned toward rökkur’s voice, his golden eye lighting with recognition. his steps were slow but purposeful as he approached, the warmth in his expression softening the sharp edges of his imposing frame.

rökkur! he greeted, his tone low but welcoming. what have you and the læknir decided?

there was no hesitation in his words, only a quiet curiosity mingled with approval. the prospect of unity among their kin was one he welcomed, and the straightforwardness of rökkur’s intent earned a faint, approving nod. sólhárr stood tall, his gaze steady, waiting for the man to share what lay on his mind.

he was met with welcome ; an assurance that did much to help the nerves that had slowly begun to build. moonguardian had never been wedded before -- he did not know where to start, only the he knew that this far, his steps had felt ... right. the gathering of gifts, the communication of how they wished their wedding to be ... he took a careful breath, collecting his thoughts before saying: we wish for a private affair.

to be wedded before yourself and callyope, both in sense of time and in sense of presence. you and your wife-to-be will be the only ones to view our union, as we wish not to distract for your own ceremony, a respectful dip of his head, before a hint of humour was offered: neither myself nor íruna are all too patient ; we do not wish to stay betrothed for long, 'we', lorekeeper said. a word he would be growing more and more accustomed to, especially in the face of marriage - of unity.

i have already prepared gifts to give her on the day, likely given when we seek a den to co-inhabit, then, a glint of kinship seemed to sparkle within his ruby gaze ; a sense of brotherhood, of a shared masculinity, as well as the shared experience of marriage, and the preparation that came beforehand. i do hope for your blessing, sólhárr, and though the words may seem serious, there was a smile warming his face.

for if the gods had bestowed this path upon them, who wouldn't approve?

sólhárr listened intently, his golden eye steady on rökkur, the warmth of approval evident in his presence. as the moonguardian spoke, sólhárr inclined his head slightly, his posture both attentive and affirming. when rökkur finished, sólhárr’s voice came, low and steady, carrying the weight of his support.

of course, rökkur, he began, his tone resolute. your union will be blessed, as it should be. callyope and i will stand witness, as you wish, and the máni will look favorably upon what you and íruna forge together.

his gaze softened slightly, and for a moment, the stern lines of his face eased into something more kin-like, touched by the glint of camaraderie that had sparked between them. patience is a virtue, he added with a faint smile, but it is not always required. some paths are meant to be walked swiftly, and it seems yours is one of them.

he stepped forward, placing a firm but friendly paw against rökkur’s shoulder, a gesture of solidarity. you have my blessing, as chieftain and as brother. may your gifts to her, and the bond you create, strengthen not only the two of you but all who walk beside you.

with that, sólhárr nodded once more, the weight of his words settling between them like the glow of the moonlight above. when the time comes, rökkur, your union will not only be blessed—it will be celebrated.

he listened in silence as sun-king spoke, eyes ever watchful, ever scarlet as they scanned his face, watching, speaking, now: thank you, sólhárr, he dipped his head. with the kings reassurance, there was little else that he was to ask of, now, for he wished to prepare the union himself. he gave a breath, mustering courage, as if he were still a boy.

i will come to you, the night before the union, he informed. have callyope retrieve iruna, please, for there may be women-things that they wished to do before their ... compact ceremony. then, he would bow his head. that is all i may ask of you.

sorry for the short reply! feel free to fade with your next <3