Remia sat at the table waiting for Cal to come inside her gaze resting on his soft red brown hair which fell to his shoulders looking like the mane of a bay stallion. It seemed fitting that her gift would come from moonglade. Years ago when he sought her hand, she had gone to Moonglade emotionally wounded from the fallout of a relationship with a mage with a wandering libido. She had placed far more stock in the man than he warrented but had been far too slow to realize it. She had gone to Moonglade to seek some spiritual guidance as she was a strange mage who felt extremely attuned to nature. She took some comfort in performing tasks for the druids there, losing herself in simple but necessary chores. Cal visited her frequently ever so patient despite her mooning over another man. He had never flagged in his desire to court her and his initially dramatic and unconventional methods had been replaced with kindness, patience, and empathy. It was a side of Cal, that sadly few ever got to see, a man of great loyalty and deep emotion for those he cared for.
What she had felt for the other men she has known during the years was a pale shadow of what she felt for her husband. Calithos embraced the parts of her that were wild, untamed and uncultivated. He tended her like a patient gardener showering her with care when she was sick,tired,and beaten down as much as when she shined in her full vitality. She never had to strive to be artificial woman of conventions to please him for seemed to love her entirety, her human frailty and her as well gaudy gifts. Seeing her mate's face stirred so many emotions in her soul,passion, tenderness, love, childish joy. Remia thought that looking in his hazel eyes was like coming home after years of being at sea. She heard footsteps as he crossed the door. Remia stroked the package and smiled at she met her husband's eyes.
