set before dal x nóttin left for northfall.
It was a rather pleasant day in the Vale, the sunny sky overhead with no chance of rain or overcast, life bustling within the safe corridors of the mountains. Yet, since the meeting had passed, Tibbi passed information about the plague towards the further North and about "runes". It created a high-strung tension around the Vale. How long would they have until the purple snow peaked over the safeguard of their mountains? Nonetheless, it didn't stop the spotted dove from giving up hope. She stood as bravely as she could and tried to accept the fact that all she would have to leave the safety of her home if she wanted to help.
Joy was a mix among the emotions, as only a little while ago did Nóttin proposed to her, promising her a lifetime of happiness, children, and an everlasting love that went beyond what they could even comprehend — a love that would land them in the stars. The wedding would have to wait, she knew, until this mess was over. Their lives would be put on pause for the good of Dawnbreak.
There had only been quiet whispers of the two lovers about their own engagement, but the secret could only be kept for so long (and it wasn't like she was trying to hide that she'd been happier than she had been in forever). The afternoon sun hung overhead as Dal called softly for Sólúlfur, a melody of a summons, hoping that they could walk and talk with each other. Somewhere nearby, she knew her fiancé loomed, his presence being summoned by her earlier in the day, asking him to come with her on their walk — maybe even see if the three of them could sift through the inner workings of the Vale, trying to detect the magical presence of the runes.
