Ouroboros Spine We're sailing

”Matchmaker?” She whispered, eyes hopeful. She had mentioned her sons- too young yet, but she seemed to know of others. She wondered if she had met any of them yet. 

”I…” Had she not been told that she could choose for herself? And that it would be good to find one for First Rite first? A true match could come later- she knew Spring would rush toward them soon enough, and it would be better for her to have had her First Rite before her body began to sing. 

She dipped her head low. ”I would be honoured if you would offer names…For me to find one for my First Rite.”