The Sunspire No other shotgun rider

Like Vienna, Sumayl was trying to take everything, specifically their relationship, though it would a lie to claim that his thoughts had not been preoccupied by what the future might hold for them. At this point, he was just grateful that she had accepted his proposal — that they were the married couple they'd unofficially been previous. It had been the only option that had made sense to Sumayl, given their refusal to let the other go, and her confirmation that she would follow him where ever, even if it meant leaving behind The Sunspire and Jace. Sumayl's ears cupped forth when she repeated his surname aloud, something akin to a shivering thrill rushing along the length of his spine. He had not been overly boastful of his last name — unusual though it was for Suma — though this was only because prior to Chehlia whom he had not seen since he was under the (incorrect) assumption that he was the only Ostrega in the Wilds and that it didn't matter to what family he belonged. 

"Sumayl Songbird, huh?" He teased her back with a soft laugh. It didn't sound too bad, if he was being honest, but he'd rather stick with Ostrega since it was typically the female that took the male's last name and not the other way around and he was a bit of a traditionalist (in some ways).

“I think Vienna Ostrega sounds beautiful,” And he did. He liked the sound of her first name coupled with his last name, never mind how tight lipped he'd been about it prior to this moment. Sumayl couldn't have bothered to hide his grin, even if he'd have wanted too. While their reunion might not have started off in a direction that he'd have called good, it had definitely taken the path to nothing short of perfect to him. Sumayl did not take much stock in the widening of her eyes, presuming that she was simply overtly excited about what ever had occurred to her before she spoke, capturing his attention, golden gaze studying her as her words sunk into his brain. “How do you-,” He cut the question off, though what he did not finish inquiring was written in the furrow of his brow. “Andalusia is my sister.” He informed her, still confused though the realization that she might, too, have made it to the Wilds was sparking a fierce hope within Sumayl's chest.