Nimue lay in the circle of Maric’s arms, a place she was beginning to think of as home. She watched the clouds which were touched by the delicate golds, purples and oranges of sunset. Swallows swooped through the air, catching a few bugs for their early evening dinners.  Snuggling her head securely in the hollow of his arm, the rich aroma of sweating male tickling her nostrils, Nimue felt an edge of contentment that she had not known in years. Laying her arm over his barrel chest, she could feel the thudding of his heartbeat in her bones.<br/><br/>“I will work like this daily. I will even work when you aren’t around, or when I’m at the Tor. I will never again be a helpless woman when raiders come to attack. I want to have the skill to guard your back. I won’t be flung out of the way to cower on the flagstones while my man is hacked to death.” She said grimly.<br/><br/>Nimue wasn’t aware of her sudden grip that clutched the fabric of his linen shirt. She kissed his shoulder fiercely. He made a noise of acknowledgement that came out as a mhm.. grunt.<br/><br/>“Will I like your squire?” she asked suddenly, too overcome with emotion to continue her line of thought. “What is he like? How long has he been with you? Does he have a horse too? I know horses cost dearly. Good thing I have a dragon or I wouldn’t be able to go into battle with you if the time, when the time comes.”