The change in her posture draws his gaze towards her, and hearing her words and seeing her face cast in the dancing light of the fire keeps it there. When she finishes speaking, he shifts towards her, shuffling along the ground until his side is against hers.
"You would be my wife if that's what you want." His voice is soft, his eyes still fixed gently upon her. "If it's not ..."
His face turns back towards the fire, but his eyes look to the inky black of the night past it.
" ... you would still be welcome in my tent as frylla, or family by bond. If you wished to live on your own, that is open to you, too. Women have that right among my people -- to live on their own once they're of age."
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Date: 2025-04-04 12:38 am (UTC)"You would be my wife if that's what you want." His voice is soft, his eyes still fixed gently upon her. "If it's not ..."
His face turns back towards the fire, but his eyes look to the inky black of the night past it.
" ... you would still be welcome in my tent as frylla, or family by bond. If you wished to live on your own, that is open to you, too. Women have that right among my people -- to live on their own once they're of age."