Lion Head Mesa [m] crackling

The moment she'd been dreading came to pass, and she felt her ears growing hot, then her cheeks. She dropped her gaze. Serein knew immediately what she wanted to say, but for a moment the words seemed to stick in her throat. After a small pause, she forced them out a little stiffly, a little defensively:

He said he would marry me. It sounded sullen and childish to her own ears, which fell flat to her skull the moment the words left her mouth. Serein swallowed, turning her muzzle away slightly. It sounded like a good idea at the time. Now she was realizing she didn't really know at all whether it was a good idea or not. She didn't know him at all.