Ouroboros Spine pinched

white elk wished to try and marry me,

and she had wanted him to! so bad that it burned her throat now!

but i have not seen him and i do not know how far he has walked. and there is a man in moontide who spoke our words, anaa. he guards my name now! he said he would cherish it and i waited until a second time to say it to him. he offered to wait a third, but i—

she paced, her eyes welling with tears. throat tightened too much to speak.