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Bad times had come and gone, Dalmatia had experienced the worst when she watched the warriors of the curse come back broken and bruised. Neither she nor her love had gotten caught in the large shift, yet the two of them earned the marks of those who sought the runes that led them to the tools to help quell the curse. Dal's voice carried with a soft echo, and Nóttin's saliva eerily lit with luminescence. It didn't seem to hurt either of them; the change came along as easily as growing new fur.

Dalmatia awoke with the dawn, as she often did, beside her fiancé. Love softened her worried gaze after waking from a nightmare, another frantic vision of rotten grass and dark purple northern skies. Though those times were over, she feared that the nightmares might never leave her. Naturally, she did not want to wake Nóttin from his slumber. She knew he carried more burdens than she did, a lead pillar, and even with the curse concluded — many pieces were still askew, many of their own still out there, and those who'd served in the battles, still recovering.

Not to mention the news she'd most recently been told from Tibbi. Soon, there would be more little members of Dawnbreak. And as happy as the news had made her, there was a little feeling of... not quite jealousy, nor sadness... maybe a mix... as bad as she felt even feeling that about such wonderful news (even if it was panic attack inducing for the bull-headed woman, they would all be there to help her), she couldn't help herself from the emotion. To not be the first of them to have little sprites of her own.

Though she and her mate needed to wed first — at least, Dalmatia wanted it this way. With the thought, she remembered their little trip around Dawnbreak's sights to look for a wedding place. Fondness spread to her cheeks, a blush bubbling as they crossed the place they first met. The walk from the berry bushes where he found her, and to where she'd led him to the pond, where an everlasting glacier flowed lifeblood into the water. Wouldn't that be the perfect place? Or maybe one of Dawnbreak's peaks? Dal hadn't even noticed how she had leaned in, absentmindedly grooming her beloved's chest fur.

N​ó​ttin

It had been quite some time since the curse had been lifted from the lands of Mythris. Purple storm clouds no longer settled on the horizon, the grass and flowers had sprung back to life. Yet the memories were still there, unraveling his mind in the form of ravenous nightmares. He had tossed and turned many a night, only to slowly settle down and find some peace next to his beloved.

Dalmatia had always been there for him, getting him through the horrible dreams and slowly bringing him back to the world of light. Without her, he would have been a lost cause. N​ó​ttin fully believed this without a shadow of a doubt. So when she leaned into him, gently grooming his fur, the tender hearted man awoke with such a softness to his eyes.

But he remained there, laying on his side as she continued her preening. Always nice to wake up to you. I could get used to this, having you here with me forever. His voice was warm and caring, thick with the accent of his birth pack. Good morning, my moon song.

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Dal's mind wandered, though not dangerously, as it had tended to do when they first met, but lovingly. She may have been cast away in her thoughts, but as her lover wakes, she's anchored to the clear blues of his eyes. N​ó​ttin's gentle words of adoration for her still made her cheeks lighten with a hint of pink; she knew even after a lifetime with him, he'd still be saying the same, as she would. And it'd still make her feel the same, giddy way it did,Good morning, my Glacier...

The spotted woman would lean upwards and nuzzle into the crook of his neck up to his ears and hum, Forever, and always... The feeling of butterflies fluttering through her chest would ebb through her, Don't you think it's about time we made that known? The two lovers had been engaged for what felt like ages now — or maybe yet, it was that they had aged years upon years, just living in the times they had. And get officially wed? Dal's eyes would sparkle, the way they would when he first asked her to marry him.

Dalmatia's sweet voice greeted him as he fluttered awake, sending his heart into several skips as he gazed upon her. The feel of her against his pelt made him want her all the more. But there was business of the heart to attend to. I thought you would never ask. N​ó​ttin smiled widely, tail wagging lightly back and forth.

By the glacier where we first met? It's both a beautiful spot and of great importance to us. When do you want to begin the ceremony, my love? It was of course the bride's big day, or night. Which ever she chose. He would see to it that Dalmatia had the most wonderful wedding the universe could give her. Everything would go according to plan, just as they both wished it.

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N​ó​ttin's wavering tail matched the beat of her heart — the two of them, partners in everything they did, whether it was observed by solely them or underneath the dawnstars. Dalmatia let out a soft, little laugh, finding herself pulling to sit, just to rest her forehead against N​ó​ttin's, who still lay on their den floor. I think we have spent more than enough time waiting... The Plague is over and... I think it's finally our time. Her voice soft, fainting, echoing through their shared home.

Periwinkle eyes widened when he suggested the Glacier, then nodding profusely, as if he were reading her mind. That would be perfect, my love. She could see them now, all gathered around the deep pines and berry bushes. She could feel her cheeks deepening with color once again, though she didn't pull away from her Glacier.

Hmmm, I don't want to wait too long... But should we be polite and send invitations to our neighbors? Your friend, Wardruna? It could take a month... I don't even know if we even get everyone together in a week's time... Then her head would pull away, and her eyes would frantically search his. She could feel her thoughts in a frenzy — worried about others, even though she truly, truly only wanted the two of them to declare their love, whether in front of a crowd or just a few of their closest.

Feeling her approval, her happiness, made him want to burst with adoration. It pleased N​ó​ttin to know that Dalmatia would finally get the wedding she had dreamed of. The moment they both had dreamed of for what felt like ages. It is settled then. We shall begin making the preparations immediately. If you wish, perhaps we can just have the moment shared with those closest to us. He kept her close to him, his heart beating ever faster as she pressed her soft crown to his own.

I don't want to keep this postponed any longer, to have us waiting any longer then we already have. But if you would want others outside of our family, our home, then I am willing to give that to you so that you may be all the more happy. Dalmatia was his world, his everything. He wanted to give her the world, so when it came to their special day, N​ó​ttin would make sure that she had nothing but the best.