Bliss Could Be Ours
05-08-2020, 03:35 PM
Snow flakes spiraled gently out of pale gray sky. They danced and twirled gently down in the calm evening air, undisturbed by the lack of wind. Valdís was hard at work with her companions as she worked to create a special evening for her lover, Ásvor. She was nervous. Terribly nervous. Even if she'd fought in a hundred raids she doubted she'd ever feel quite this anxious. Tonight she was going to propose to her girlfriend. Embla had finished hanging rosemary and mistletoe above the entrance to the old barn to give it a festive and unique look. Inside Valdís had spread out a buffalo hide and next to it rested a freshly carved elk prime rib. She'd bought some mead off a raccoon that belonged to one of Abaven's hunters and she was given a few bowls from Álarr for good luck. In the back of the bar a small fire was going, the smoke drifting out through a hole in the ceiling. Tucked away was her gift, wrapped in rabbit hide. Everything was about as perfect as she could make it. Trotting back to the barn door she lifted her head and called for Ásvor. "Talk" "You" Think |