Proposal

One month before the drought...

Eira was in the kitchen cooking. The aroma of fresh bread baking and the scents of sweet refreshing berries wafted from the kitchen. Noise flooded the room as Nimraph jogged up the stairs after Dammon. The boy darted towards Eira and giggled. Poor Nimraph tripped, his arms windmilling before he faceplanted onto the ground.

Eira hastily thrust her bowl on the counter and darted towards Nimraph, "Nim! Nim!"

It had been a slow, boring night for Dagramir, the only fight he had gotten into ended with his opponents running away, so he had had little time to have fun that day. He had been wandering idly around Bree, his eyes scanning the ground, searching for spare arrowheads, as usual, when he had literally bumped into Tailia. Much to her dismay, of course, as he had his mask on, and she hadn't recognized him. Although as soon as he lifted his mask, they soon found themselves lost in each other's embrace once more.

He proposed! He actually asked me to marry him! I'm so happy right now it feels like my heart bursts.

We were on a trip, we went to one of the islands of Nen Harn. We sat there under a tree, enjoying the lovely weather and each others company, and then he asked me the big question.