Musings and Melodies

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"Howdy pardner."

You are all four seasons Rolled into one You're like the cold December snow In the warm July sun "Northern Wind" - City and Colour

Private wedding in the Twelveswood. Just the two of them and the scions. No one else.

Handy practice with posing.

Hand kissing. YES. Always.

When Urianger asked what she thought of his appearance, the only thing going through Siv's mind was how much she TRULY enjoyed seeing him without that cowl. She knew he was handsome, had seen his face before, goggles off and hood down.. But, gods, was he handsome here. Wholly himself. Unbothered. She really wished she could bother him in another way just now.

Chapter 30, the Epilogue, is now up. Thank you for reading along with me! -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/85073716/chapters/229815706

Siv had not been pleased by the arrangement, yet had agreed with a heavy heart that they could do this. “And it will make our reunion that much sweeter,” she had said, though he had seen the tears bright in her eyes. It had taken all he possessed simply to lift his bag. Mattan had hidden shyly behind her legs. Urianger had crouched and opened his arms, and at once the boy had run into them, clinging tight about his neck. He pressed a kiss to Mattan’s cheek, and his chest tightened painfully. “I shall miss thee, and shall see thee again very soon.” Mattan held fast for another moment, then let him go. Urianger rose and drew Siv into a tight embrace. Pressing a kiss into her hair near her ear, he whispered, “And I shall see thee soon, my Song. I love thee so.” He felt Siv cling to him all the tighter in answer. “I love you too,” she murmured. “Very much.”

Almost done with the story. Just the epilogue left and it is complete. My longest story to date!

My girl, Siv.