Swiftcurrent Creek i am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion

closer he drew, leaving aria to dip her head gently to one side, tilted delicately as she viewed the male. she was unfamiliar with the term he used, but thought better than to ask-- feeling it was unimportant in the moment to know. she made note of his accent. it was thick but not anything she couldn't understand. aria watched him curiously, only for a short moment more, before she again broke the silence. 

"my name is aria," she informed him, expectant of his own name in return.