"That damn moniker of yours turned out to be catchy and now everyone in the family calls me that." Quylla said.
"How is single life treating you, Friya?" Lith asked while extending his hand that she refused and hugged him instead.
"Great. Nalrond is courting me like crazy and he's pestering everyone to know if I'm already seeing someone else." She replied with a snort.
"That's cruel, Friya." Kamila giggled, agreeing with the punishment in full despite her words. "When are you going to let that poor soul off the hook?"
"As soon as he learns his lesson." Friya replied. "Being a Morok is fine. Being a self-centered jerk is not. On top of that, because of him, now I'm dead last again. Quylla beat me to marriage as well."
"It's no competition, dear." Jirni had no problem saying such words, but only because her daughter already had a suitor she was willing to marry. It wasn't a matter of if anymore, only of when.
