Neverwinter Forest Either you're coming with me or I'm coming with you

Rivet's uncertainty gave way to tentative disbelief before quickly transforming into delight. Turquoise laughed when the DeMonte sat up and professed her love. Affectionately, she lifted up her right foreleg and draped it across Rivet's small shoulders, their black fur blending together. She tugged Rivet closer to her and pressed her nose against the other female's temple in a firm smooch.

"I know," she replied. "Yep, I'm sure," Turq added. She then lapsed into silence, keeping her snout pressed against the side of Rivet's head. She inhaled, Rivet's soft fur tickling her nose as she drew in her scent. It was lovely and heady.

Still speaking in a breezy tone, Turquoise suddenly wondered aloud, "I wonder if there's such a thing as a pirate-themed wedding ceremony." She drew back just enough to look down into her lover's mismatched eyes, wearing an expression of innocent curiosity.