He was staring at the fire, little flames crackling in a soothing way. She was close to him, her head on his chest, her arms around him, asleep, breathing slowly as the softest spring breeze, at peace.
He kissed her softly on the head, careful not to wake her, and pulled the great cloak more around them.
It had been a wonderful evening, Boreth took her Oath, there was joy, laughter, good food and fine wines. But more important to him; she was introduced to his House. She was so nervous about it, entering these Great Halls, afraid not to be accepted. But what a welcome it was, Lord Anglachelm welcomed her with enormous warmth, speaking flattering words, even presenting her a key of our Hall, as a gesture she could enter these Halls at her own pleasure, as a sign of trust.
It was wonderful to see her, she was smiling all evening, radiating happiness. A evening to remember, ending with a story of old, beautiful recited by Kalluin.
Looking at her, fondling her long hair, feeling the rythm of her heartbeat, a loving smile appeared on his face.
At the end of the evening some still lingered in the garden. Lady Amorith having a comforting conversation with Lady Miluiwen about the tragic loss of Lady Inanneth. She walked up to Lord Earinlin, whom he calls his brother, and both made a stroll towards the bridge, until they were out of hearing distance.
It was that moment this weird feeling came up, a somber one, not explainable for him.
After a while she came back, looking excited, full of life, smiling bright, wanting to tell him something. But he could not get rid of that grumpy feeling, and felt a urge to quarrrel. It was her smiling face and soothing voice that calmed him down, and feel at ease again.
That evening she heard others speak about The Order of the Arrow, consisting of Vanimar's best hunters, of whom Lord Earinlin is the leader. That was what she spoke him about, that was why they made that little walk, she wanted to join that Order. She told this with such excitement, so full of power, her eyes sparkling like the brightest of stars, that he could not but smile and join in her joyful emotions.
There was but one thing she had to accomplish, but one trial to proove herself as a great huntress.
He kissed the top of her head again and caressed her ear gently. She was so full of life, enjoying every moment of it. He turned his eyes to the flickering flames again, and felt this weird, somber feeling coming back.
He had been there, witnessing that test, he had felt those cold blizzards near the Ice Bay, seen that Mammoth rage, colouring the snow red, he heard those screams.
He pulled her more close to him and felt his eyes thickening.
Is this the gift of love, the fear of loosing her?
