6/5/2026, 2:53 PM
A big ask for the big day - Nottin leapt straight for the crux of the matter. Solulfur responded with a militant focus - pricked ears, a rigidly straightened spine - as she prepared to decimate whatever obstacle her poor sibling had encountered in his preparations. There would be no doubt and no tripping hazards. Only a perfect day to celebrate the fra Nordri and his union with his beloved. Solulfur's opinion of love was jaded, to say the least. But this jadedness had perhaps given her more of an appreciation for things like this. Nottin and Dalmatia had persevered through many trials, and their bond seemed both unshakeable and true. They deserved each other, and they deserved for their commitment to be celebrated. Solulfur would see this wedding come to fruition seamlessly.
There was no problem to be solved, though. Only Nottin, asking if she would stand by him during the ceremony. Solulfur's obsidian features softened slightly, gilt gaze warming like the sun peering between the clouds.
Of course, Nottin. I will be right beside you.He need not even ask! For there was no chance she would refuse. But she still appreciated that he had.
A pause. The siblings walked in silence, the wind sighing through the pine needles, their pawpads grinding gravel and small branches into the earth with each step.
I am...proud of you, bróðir.Solulfur let her gaze wander, trail over the scenery as she hand-picked each word.
You have made much of yourself, and for yourself.
