Discussions

She pondered the thought. Should she move in with him or politely ask him to move into her den? Or just make a new den altogether? She quite liked her little nook by the upturned roots of the willow tree, protected by the draping tendrils. She had grown attached to that den, and though originally she hadn't planned to sleep there for too long, over the weeks it had grown more permanent. There was just enough room for the both of them, but what about his? She hadn't seen his, as guilty as she felt to admit it. "Would mine by suitable?" she purred, tilting her head to the side. Perhaps if the idea didn't appeal to him, he could convince her to move into his.

But that wasn't why he had called for him. With green-tipped ears perked, she attentively listened to his words. A marriage ceremony, yes, she had thought about that too. She had never attended such a celebration, nor did she know much about it. Fortunately, he gave her some insight of what he had in mind. His brother would be the one to wed them, and then she would have to take on his family name, or hyphenate it with hers. Agatsuma didn't really mean anything to her; it only brought back unwanted memories of her mother. "Zephyra Adravendi," she mused softly to herself, taking an odd liking to the name. It made her feel more like him, like she was a part of him. She met his gaze with a twinkle in her crimson eyes. "I think it should be a public event. Myriad can attend if they would like to."