The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 18)

Ysmir felt like he was settled into the Hallows now, his rank and his life filtered easily into that of Gwynevere’s. The longer he spent at her side the more urgent the thought of never leaving her became. With Artorias and Rudy both having their first litter he knew at the very least, he owed his love a vow. They could, and would, take their time, at whatever speed Gwyn needed, he was ready to start the rest of their lives. The true difficulty lies in the proposition. He wished so badly for that moment that he could verbally ask the woman he loved to marry him, but that was a reality neither of them would ever see.

He knew that Gwyn wouldn’t hold his disability against him, and that their forms of communication didn’t leave much left unsaid. Still, there was something about being able to whisper his love to her that he deeply desired, and would never get. However, in perspective his desires paled in comparison to what he had instead. His family was scattered to the winds, but here in the Hallows with Gwyn he had the opportunity to start again.

That was to come though, for now it was time for the bonfire festival. He looked to the beautiful woman that he loved, happy to have her at his side as he wanted to escort her to the party himself. Her pack and family were important to her, and Ysmir wanted to make sure that the same was true for himself. He wanted to see the Hallows prosper. The man offered her a sweet kiss before leading them to the event. The light was already dimming, which would make the bonfire all that much more impressive. A grin, that was all for Gwyn, played on his features as they chose a place to sit and settled in for the festival.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"