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. Nóttin'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.









