Qeya River šest

she thought only of him. of sheep killer, of ksura. she had not yet realized that they thought mostly only of each other in how they wished to move forward.

marriage.

she had thought of it but now it was out there. clumsily built together between them like a small town chapel. in many ways she wanted this. even if only to protect them, to bind them to one another in whatever their life became. still she wondered but maybe it was best not to.

if this soothed him, if this made his absence easier on both of them. she would not go seeking to make mountains out of molehills when their life was already so full of hurdles.

i will marry you.

the warmth returned to her some. the blood of his kill still smeared across her mouth. he provided in every way possible, it seemed. that was a fact she could not deny.

what next? did they make some kind of declaration? did they need to go see the cheiftain himself to have it acknowledged?