Because Ragnelle is the greatest wife EVAR.

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Gawaine ducked into his wife's discreet little bower, unsure if it were crafted or simply found- and to be honest, pretty much uncaring either way. To think that once upon a time, he had trouble with the notion of lovemaking outside a proper bed...well. After seeing the difference it made in his Ragnelle, those days were long in the past.

Thus it was that a straightening Gawaine looked about with a smile, before gently pulling his wife towards the heart of the glade. Cupping her face in his big hands, he just looked at her for a moment or two... Before his lips descended, kissing his bride slow and deep.

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Ragnelle positively blossoms, kissing back lengthily, her nimble fingers reaching up to unfasten her long dark hair, so that it sweeps forth like a branch of sweet fir. Her gown is a rich green silk that half-blends with the woods around them, and the delicate vine that grows out of her hair, as much a part of it as any part of herself, is another colour of green entirely.

She has certain distinctly foresty aspects, and being deep in some emotion always brings them out; her fingertips are silky with with a very very fine growth of tree moss.