Moonspear lawmother

the stones, he too overstepped. his mind thought of how best to frame what he had said for a woman who did not know his ways. "pleasure is first. marriage is second." the first rite, or rite of first pleasures, chakliux explained, was a singular ritual. a young woman wished a man, but for whatever reason, found herself too nervous to proceed. perhaps she was only curious. perhaps she wanted to know but without the expectation of marriage. many times, she was a woman many moons out of girlhood, who had waited.
she spoke to the women, to her older sisters, her aunts, her mothers. in turn, they chose from among the hunters a man who was gentle and would expect nothing once the evening had passed.
it had become a ritual around womanhood, of sorts; the rite was controlled. deliberate, a sharing of knowledge which would form a cornerstone for a future marriage. 
but even a seal hunter child understood things that it seemed simbelmyne did not, and for this reason had chakliux tempered the openness of his desire with his devotion to share his ways.