OOC: Backdated a few days before the wedding!
The date was getting ever closer and he was feeling like a total mess. The decorations were being put in place at the chosen location, the meals all prepared for the party afterwards, the list went on. Yet the groom to be was a nervous wreck. What if she took off at the last second? What if there was a wedding crasher? So many questions and thoughts ran through his head, all of them utterly ridiculous. Nóttin of course knew that Dalmatia absolutely loved him, that they were destined for one another. All the man wanted was to get it over with and shower her in every form of affection possible.
A heat spread over his face at the thought of their honeymoon, the possibility of pups always crossing his mind. Would he even make a good father? Again, Dalmatia thought so, almost constantly reassuring him. But on this day, the one he sought the most for advice and for their approval was his sister. Not to mention the big question he had already planned on asking Sol. Walking through the forest trails beneath the mountain, Nóttin called for her, waiting for the Black Sun to meet the Night of The North. Ever faithful, ever loving. Such was the way of the sable frá Norðri.
Sólúlfur
The date was getting ever closer and he was feeling like a total mess. The decorations were being put in place at the chosen location, the meals all prepared for the party afterwards, the list went on. Yet the groom to be was a nervous wreck. What if she took off at the last second? What if there was a wedding crasher? So many questions and thoughts ran through his head, all of them utterly ridiculous. Nóttin of course knew that Dalmatia absolutely loved him, that they were destined for one another. All the man wanted was to get it over with and shower her in every form of affection possible.
A heat spread over his face at the thought of their honeymoon, the possibility of pups always crossing his mind. Would he even make a good father? Again, Dalmatia thought so, almost constantly reassuring him. But on this day, the one he sought the most for advice and for their approval was his sister. Not to mention the big question he had already planned on asking Sol. Walking through the forest trails beneath the mountain, Nóttin called for her, waiting for the Black Sun to meet the Night of The North. Ever faithful, ever loving. Such was the way of the sable frá Norðri.
Sólúlfur
