Vanyel smiled softly hearing the soft rustling of Oena's blankets as she began to stir and get ready for the day.  He may have lost nearly all the capacity for speech at birth but he had also been blessed with both the enhancement of his hearing and eyesight as if to compensate for this otherwise devastating loss.  He said nothing however as his beloved wife made her stealthy approach.  Only the quickening in the pulse of his chest would have given away the fact he knew that she was there quietly coming up from behind him.<br/><br/>The man sighed contentedly as he felt the very familiar and very welcoming weight of his wife pressed against his back.  As her arms wrapped around his neck he nuzzled first one then the other giving each of them a light kiss.  "Good morning my heart, my mate and my love.  I am not so sure about you being the luckiest woman alive.  Perhaps if I had been able to finish with these chores as I had hoped to be when you woke we might be able to find some time to have a little romp in the furs before the day truly starts."  His voice when he did speak was very soft yet rough around the edges as if it sounded like it hurt him to make the effort of speech.  Which in a way was indeed the case.  His vocal cords simply did not have the strength needed to produce the words let alone any type of sound level above that of a whisper.  Even his laughter was extremely soft which made those who did not know him make them think he was actually snickering instead of laughing.<br/><br/>Vanyel turned his head enough to replace his cheekbone with his own lips on hers giving her a soft tender loving kiss which he placed every ounce of love which he felt towards his woman into.  This stunningly beautiful woman whom had captured his heart from almost the very first time he had seen her sitting across the fire from him the summer meeting where they had met and married five years before.<br/><br/>When their kiss broke he both signed with his hands and whispered softly, "Have you spoken to Lorna or Dalia recently?  I saw Lorna this morning as she passed by this morning headed towards the cooking hearth.  She seems to have been rather depressed lately but she looked worse than I have seen her in a long while.  Dalia came by not to long afterwards looking very concerned and worried.  They are all over there now in the cooking heart, well except for the Lorna's oldest daughter.  Lorna must be cooking her famous Mammoth stew I can already smell the meat beginning to cook."