Fox's Glade oh guard the pounding sound

mona nodded a bit furiously at indra's pronouncement. "i know! i mean, yes ... i think," and here her voice trailed away. throat bobbing with a swallow, the firebird dug her toes into the snow, sides expanding with a deep sigh. "i mean, i think he wants to be married, and i'm not sure i'm ready."
mona paused, a bold question budding on the tip of her tongue. the mayfair regarded indra for a long moment before she let her words unfurl into the crisp air, trusting that the bearclaw denzien would understand. "we ... we did ... it," she admitted, cheeks burning beneath her scarlet cheekfur, "and i think ... maybe i thought that just ... automatically? made us mates?"
quite put out by her own self, mona bit the inside of her jaw and was silent, hoping desperately that indra would shed some pitying light on mona's clear ignorance.