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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.