As N​ó​ttin rose from his seated position next to her, Dalmatia shook slightly; she wanted to blame it on the oncoming cold, but the festering weather was blocked by the hanging of pelts at the entrance of their den. She kept quiet as he walked towards the entrance, holding back the embarrassing request that he stay with her here instead of checking. The lack of stars in the night sky scared her more than she wanted to admit to her fiancé. It was a childish thing to be afraid of a starless sky, where the constellations could not console her wandering mind.

I don't think you were in Mythris for the last Blood Moon... She commented, softly as she started to stand, her legs shaky merely for a few seconds before she took a steady step towards him, his eyes once again pulling her into their safe harbor. I'm worried it has something to do with the curse. She murmured to him, finding his side, her shoulders hunched as her head slowly lifted to look at the sky again.

B-But the stars, my love... Where have they gone? Periwinkle eyes return to his, as she feels her heart throb with the worry that she may never be able to gaze upon the constellations that her mother taught her about, or the tales that came along with them, that lulled her into a soft sleep. They were to always watch over her — and if N​ó​ttin weren't here... She'd feel completely alone. I'm sorry... I can't help it... But be afraid. I want to get married to you... have children... I'm afraid I won't get the chance. She feared so desperately that this curse would take that away from them.