Forever and Always

Poem returned with vows of her own and tears began to fill the mans ruby gaze. He wouldn't let them fall, but they were definitely there. They shared vows. In his eyes, they were married. "In the eyes of whatever gods may exist... in the presence of the fireflies... Po-em, I am proud, humbled and honored to call you my wife." Gently, he reached up to cup one slate colored cheek. His eyes stared lovingly into hers before he claimed his first kiss as her official husband.

Things had gone quickly, but the speed of their courtship seemed right. Right for them. Her father had seen enough in the striped man to give his permission. Now here they were, married. One.

Sparhawk searched her face again, a crooked smile on his maw. "Well, wife. What's in basket? I worked up a mighty appetite while worrying whether or not you would be coming." A chuckled left him. In his heart he knew that she would come, but the immensity of the situation had rattled his nerves.

Placing a kiss on Poems forehead, Sparhawk smiled again. "When we return to Abaven, we have big party, yeah? Share the good news with family and friends." He didn't have friends among the pack just yet, but he would work on developing relations. No doubt he would befriend them all before too long. "For now though, just you and me." Something darker filled his gaze. "And other appetites to be fed." Promises of things to come.