Lion Head Mesa sedjet

gucci's mouth was a tight line. marriage, gods. he felt the bit of serenity he'd made for himself within the mesa threaten to slip away from him. again, tavina's suggestion came to mind.

oh, why couldn't he simply grow aged in peace and ignorance?

the neb exhaled. 

"ah'll see what m' wife-t'-be would prefer, ah know she got her own..." a paw waved in some stunted gesture. "beliefs."

only after saying that did his heart begin to truly thunder louder than before. wife. goodness gracious, what'd he gotten himself?!

he continued, ignoring the drumbeat in his ears.

"as fer th' other marriage, is miss lay-lay-toe, ehm... with?" the euphemism felt awkward even to himself. "-coz yeah she's fram them neighbours o' ours, n ah wouldn't want 'em thinkin' we prioritize our own o'er good friendship."