Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

Her mouth opened, then closed. She was tempted to point out that it wasn’t a question, but it wasn’t even his turn. And Treepie certainly wasn’t opposed to letting the conversation flow organically. That wasn’t what stumped her, in any case. She realized she wasn’t entirely sure what courting entailed. There must be some stock answer, though she supposed they could also sort of… make it up as they went along.

I think there are traditions on my family’s side, she thought aloud, thinking specifically of the words “bride price,” but I don’t really want all that pomp and circumstance. Don’t get me wrong! I love the thought of big romantic gestures, a ceremonial wedding and all of that—for others. It’s just not me.

That didn’t answer his question though. Pie licked her lips, thinking hard as she tried to ignore the fluttering in her chest.

I want to be won over but I also want to do the winning over. It should be… It took her a moment to come up with the right word. Equitable. And, in my mind, it should be about spending time together and trying to figure out whether we’re compatible in all the ways that matter.

Her eyes flashed to his again before sliding away. Now Firefly Glen was in full gloom, the sun having fully sunk behind the mountain range. This late in the year, there were no insects to lend their glow to the night, not that they would be visible from all the way up here. But the nearly full moon silvered the wilderness from its perch low on the horizon.

She spoke in the direction of the moon now as she said, More than anything, I want someone who’s into me… and who I’m into just as much. Does that make any sense?