The Sunspire No other shotgun rider

He didn't respond verbally to her assurance, though moved closer as though to offer comfort. He looked upset, and she didn't like that this was necessary, but she felt better for it. It was good to know where they both stood; he would try again, and she knew that he was aware she wasn't going anywhere. A part of her hoped with all her heart her brother and Sumayl would work things out, but a niggling voice in the back of her head thought of what an adventure striking out would be. She had no interest in leading a pack of her own, but to explore and make a home out in the unknown... of course a part of her would be elated at the prospect. It was too much to leave behind, but there would be a silver lining should it be necessary.

The touch comforted her, and she drew in closer. Finally he spoke, but when he did, it was to completely switch the tone of the conversation once more. At first she thought she had heard him wrong, but as he went on, she knew she wasn't mistaken. At first she was surprised, and then amused. He was asking now? Of course he was asking now. It was the most logical time, for they had just affirmed that they would stay together no matter what. A little thing like her lack of return to his earlier statement hadn't stopped him. He already knew. How could he not?

Knowing the jig was up, she still couldn't help jibing a little. "You're proposing now?" she asked, nipping playfully at his cheek. "What about the food? The flowers? The moonlight? I'm a lady, after all, and I don't know that this meets my standards." This was delivered haughtily. Didn't he know he had a high-maintenance gal on his hands here? She could have laughed aloud at the thought. Her, high maintenance? Good lord.