For kelkyag‘s commissioned prompt.
Reiassan has a landing page here.
“Sun-on-the-water?” Girey asked, when he was pretty sure they were alone.
“A marriage,” she answered in Bitrani, “between people of decidedly different statuses. Or an informal ‘marriage,’ the sort where you say you’re married when the children come, or after you’ve been living together for a while.”
“Your people have the strangest turns of speech.” He was clearly chewing over the implications, however. That was probably a good thing, right?
“Colorful,” she joked, “like everything here. The Bithrain have a few interesting idioms, too.”
“We’re a much more practical people,” he answered. The lightness in his voice fell flat against his expression. “Decidedly different statuses. Is that us?”
“It could be. It does not need to be.” She leaned against the wall, studying him. “A lot of it depends on people like my Uncle Esnees, and on what’s going on with Elin.”
“You’re considering marrying me.”
“You brought the matter forward.”
“I…” He looked startled. “I did. I was trying to distract your uncle.”
“Well, it worked.” She couldn’t help a smile. “You distracted all of us. But if you decide you find the idea repellent, I can certainly convince the family that Uncle Esnees misunderstood. You haven’t committed to a wedding, of any sort.”
“If I find the idea repellent?” He was looking even more thoughtful. Rin was starting to worry. “And what about you?”
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