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Night had left him restless and prowling, blue eyes restlessly seeking although he didn't know what he was looking for. He'd resigned himself to Cloudrest and it's mysteries, found himself guided by the force he didn't know or understand. He missed Fiia, he missed his mother and father, he missed his siblings and the connection he'd had with them. The boy had felt more melancholy and had been more reclusive, but as he sang a low song Eira felt a touch closer to his family.

They were still out there, somewhere, and if he knew them at all he knew that he hadn't been forgotten. Whatever force had brought him here and had made this his home, he wasn't entirely abandoned or forgotten. His family was still there. As long as their blood ran in his veins, he felt safe and he felt whole. They made the pieces of him what he was. The songbird closed his eyes and let the snow lazily fall over him, singing a quiet song into the night.


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^^The soft sound of her steps were left drowned out but his crooning timbre, singing songs to the old gods and the stars themselves; his lovenotes whispered only to the cosmos. His eyes closed and the bear stood still, snow dusting his eyelashes and the cream of his pelt. Only when his song had finished did he turn to find her and was taken for a moment by the way she looked. It was something about her - she had always been otherworldly. Belonging to something else, to somewhere else, like he still felt too. “Jumalatar,” — Goddess It was a soft murmur before he approached her.

His nose gently touched over her cheek, ghosting across the myriad of scars. Still he felt the vaguest notion of guilt, that he hadn't been there to protect her, that he hadn't been able to heal her, he didn't know. He knew no magic to take the scars from her body onto his own, he couldn't rewrite what they had been given. Those pages were already written. His songs were not enough to alter time itself or even fight against the space that separated them from the ones they loved and missed. “Oletko kunnossa?,” — Are you okay? he expected to see her nestled in the warmth of her brood.

The night was cold, but he'd felt colder, still he made sure that where he stood blocked the wind from hitting her. It wasn't a conscious choice, but the natural orbit he felt around her; supplementing needs that she didn't vocalize, reacting to her before even being called to action. He offered her a gentle smile before he shook his coat out a bit, shaking loose the fine layer of snowflakes that had dotted him like the stars dotted the skies.


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^^His gaze seeks hers - not in a challenge, no, never - in the need instead of her assurances. Assurances that she is okay, or that she needed something from him. She is almost unreadable, or he is unsure of what was spread across her pages. Although Eira is not a scryer, he has never been capable of divining the mysteries and trying to figure the hidden out to make it known. He has been a man who hears tales and remembers them, learns the songs of the people and the lands, but for all his ability to retain and remember, sometimes he misses what his eyes see right in front of them. Riannon is so hard to miss - she's been this guiding force since he had arrived literally in her lands. Like the moon, however, not the bright and blinding sun. The moon in its patience presence, ever there, taking the bright harsh light and making it softer, something mystic.

The quivering sound from her makes him yearn and he let out a soft sigh, this time touching her outright. His nose gently along her cheek, a tiny kiss on an exhalation. He can't smell anything on her that screams of danger, but then there was no scent when dreams warped and turned dangerous. He dared for a moment to lean into the sensation and indulge himself. Safe guarding her was different, reading her body and mind together, but dreams weren't things to make enemies of so much as understand them. Still he wanted to offer up his support and still give her comfort where he could. He nuzzled against her, cheek to cheek, offering little more vocalizations than his exhale just beneath her ear.

It was then that he caught himself. Propriety made him turn a bit rigid, the step back and open his maw as if to apologize, he braced himself for the repercussions of his actions. His eyes closed tight and while he knew she might not have wanted him to be so bold, he found he had no regrets when it came to the feeling that touching her had given him.


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^^He had braced for the bitter snap of her teeth or the bite of her words, instead, her voice cut through the night and everything seemed somehow to shatter in that moment. It was like ice cracking, fractures and then pieces falling away. It didn't happen all at the same time like what might have been expected. It instead rippled and his posture relaxed as his brain and body tried to work in tandem. It took awhile. Eira.exe needed to reboot, apparently. He was only able to tilt his head at her, confusion in his eyes - how could he suggest that he deserved her at all? Even if he was only partaking in her comforts right then. It wasn't the same. It still wasn't. He wasn't enough when she was so divine. He was too lowly.

How could he deny her? When he wanted, too, but found himself the lesser being quaking before the benevolent deity. Before he had time to process his body had started to move and this time he didn't try and second guess himself. He pressed back against her, nuzzling against her face again, but this time he let it blossom fully. He rubbed his snout against her cheek and then into the ruff of her coat, taking the measure of her scent - aware of a strange male's scent on her. He let out a low sound, possessive, questioning - before he regained himself and was instead focused on the gift that was the moment. Why focus on what she'd done days before when it came to right then?

“Minun siunattu,” — My blessed He said it softly, and had yet to pull back even to meet her eyes. As long as he was allowed to indulge in this moment, he'd take what he was given freely. It felt stolen almost, and if he was to be called a thief for it he'd carry the mantle proudly.

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^^Eira's blue eyes shifted along the curve of her spine to the slight shift of her hips and for a moment he didn't believe what he saw. Had he seen it? SUrely he'd imagined it. The thoughts of a fanciful mind. He has always been capable of spinning stories, whether they were of his benefit or not. A soft humming sound leaves him, an attempt at seeming casual and not nervous instead. He'd sing her ballads, write her sonnets - anything in the world that it took to please her. He'd never been known as a dancer, however, but when she stepped against him and he felt her shift with a purpose. His teeth worked against her flesh - teasing the fur along her spine, licking a swatch to savor the taste of her skin.

He lets out a sigh, it sounds heavy and full of peace.

Briefly, he focused on her face again, stepping back to view her fully beneath the light of the moon. Nearby their packmates slept, and yet, the night seemed to only be theirs. The questions of his youth seemed less important right then. He nuzzled against her again, tucking his snout under her chin - he didn't lift her head at all, not right then, but instead he let her rest. He showed his support, he promised to take her burdens, letting her just be in any fashion that she wanted or needed to. He teased along her neck, turning and letting his teeth rake through the fur at her cheek. He just wanted to touch more but surely there was someone more deserving than he.


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She was soft and silken, no jagged edges in her to cut himself on. The ribbon that puddled, it did not crumble, it did not break - and he held her tenderly through it. He murmured into her ears, the soft encouragement for her to breathe and to let it out. He never rushed her, he never tried to shush her. His parents had made sure that in their children there was a capability to actually feel. Ceallach especially had struggled greatly with his anger. Anger could leave great sorrow and the lasting impressions and wounds you couldn't see anymore. He had seen Ceallach trying hard to heal himself from the wounds left by his childhood.

It made it different for the bard, and while he wasn't grateful for seeing his father's pain, but, it had helped him to learn how to deal with sorrow. He was gentle and nuzzled into her, wanting desperately to wrap himself around her. “Ria,” He whispered it into her fur, daring even to call her something far more intimate than her title. It was an overstep and he hoped not to be rebuked for it - but if she wished to turn to anger, he would understand. He would bare it. He would.

For her - anything.


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