No Poetry but the Stars

When Ragnheithr expressed her interest in the voyage, Asmul felt a spark of warmth in his chest. He stood up and turned his head towards the Cathedral, wondering what was inside. Asmul was more than happy that Ragnheithr liked the idea of going to explore. When her response was followed up by her question, however, he glanced back, brow slightly furrowed. Asmul’s eyes, gentle and concerned, met hers. ”Of course. I’d be more than grateful to have the pleasure of your company. Besides,” he added, smoothing his features into an expression of utmost tranquility, ”we have all the time in the world.”
With that, Asmul tilted his chin towards the sky. The moon still hovered high in the sky. The night was long here in the North, and getting longer each day with the coming of winter. They had hours until daybreak— not that the coming of daybreak would change anything anyway. Yes, they had forever grasped between their paws. Asmul looked back to Ragnheithr, a small smile on his muzzle. ”Shall we?”