Redhawk Caldera Webster's Dictionary defines 'wedding' as the fusing of two metals with a hot torch.

They were all looking at her, Maia realized, and she swallowed. Eljay had said most of what she felt, and what else should she say?

If she was honest, it sounded like an awful idea. Maia didn't like the thought of her leaving to live with strangers, let alone marrying one, and hated that she thought she had to leave just because she was bored. Or just to find someone. Couldn't she search for happiness here, or closer to home?

I'll be sad to see you go, she said, looking down. But if that's really what you want... She wouldn't. She had never left her family, not even for the chance at love. Not even for Eljay.

I would at least meet them first. But traveling has always been enough for me. I've never needed to leave completely to find more. Her feelings were a tidge hurt by the admission, but she tried not to let it show. The last thing she wanted to do was guilt Lilitu into staying. If you do, that's okay. It isn't, but it has to be. She stopped talking, shutting her muzzle before she said something she would regret or that would mess this up.