Firefly Glen fair and flighty love

a bride price, she tells him.

tined antler — more than six points — and a doe pelt. it was a hefty price, but he considers it carefully. but then, also, there was the matter of the other menfolk.

she dinnae, rhaegal admitted. only spoke tae me that you were in search of a husband.

a small pause is given, a question of his own forming. what do you plan tae do if more than one man brings you, your bride price?

perhaps it is not his right to ask how she planned to handle more than one suitor: but it is a question that weighs heavy upon his mind. each man there was automatically his competition... and he was curious how she would make her choice.