we are honey and the bee

So in tune was he with the lady beside him that he felt her tears before he even saw them. Sparhawk pressed his side against hers, simply letting her know that he was there. He understood the emotion flowing through her. Mothers were important. Maybe one day he'd tell her about his own. She had been terribly important. Until she wasn't.

Poem's words met his ears and that big man grinned. "You thinking so? I am very charming, yeah?" He tried to cheer her up with a bit of humor. He was sure that Poem's mother was a lovely lady. She had raised a lovely lady, so how could she not be? When Poem leaned into him for a nuzzle and suggested that they go, he simply nodded. Once she kissed him, Sparhawk smiled. He bowed his head to the memory of Poem's mother once more. "Farewell, Miss Po-Ems mother. We will be seeing you again soon."

They turned and began walking away from the grove and Sparhawk reached out to nuzzle behind one of Poem's ears. "Thank you," he said softly. "Am honored that you wanted me to meet your mother." Once they were away from the grove, he stopped her with gentle pressure on her side, then pulled the woman into en embrace, both big arms wrapping around her as he sat on his haunches. "I mean what I say, Po-Em. I love you very much." Already an idea was stirring in his head of just how he would show her this love. It was going to be a big commitment.