Slaved Bride

She almost started humming to the tune in her head that played with the melodies echoing around her until her name was called out to her. She immediately ceased dancing, pulling her paws in as she froze expecting a sharp word to quiet her foolish childish play.
Instead, it was a beckoning. A delightful smile creased her lips as she came next to him. He was looking over the water, a solid presence, calming and steady. She felt led to lay at his feet, her elbows comfortably supporting her as she looked down into the water. Her paws crossed daintily at her ankles as they dangled over the edge of the bridge.

She looked up at him as he asked his question, what could he do to make her happy?
"No one has asked me that..." She said softly, her swishing dancing tail finally calming behind her.
"I fear, I am rather simple. My favorite things are crystals and plants. I hope to one day craft beautiful jewelry or be an experienced healer one day." Someone wanted, someone, needed, an integral part of a community; all the desires unsaid that weren't quite as obvious to the youth yet. Her french accent lilted and weaved through her words.
"I want to make salves and teas that taste and smell wonderful, not just heal." She smiled as she spoke into the water, noting his reflection in it. They were quite the pair, weren't they?

"And vou?" She turned to him, but this turning exposed her belly and chest to him, she relaxed her charcoal paws over her ashen chest. "What can I do to make vou happy, Vadim?" Her soft violet eyes gazed wide and curiously up at him.