***
"Marriage..." Dina mused, Sorath had left for the night after saying her hello's so ve it was already long past midnight, and so with Eris making her leave it was just her and Sol that had gone back to their room. "I never imagined..."
"Do you want to-"
"I actually don't." Dina answered Sol who sat on the balcony with an old Atlan graphite pen in one hand and a large sketchbook in the other while she sat comfortably opposing him in her nightgown with her hand under her chin and her gaze across the night skies; her legs folded and her hair ragged and wild across her face and head, being his muse.
"It's funny," Sol paused and looked up at her. "Arla said the same, so what's your reason then?"
"Hm," She took a breath and sighed, not breaking her posture. "How do I explain this without sounding shallow?"
"Just say your mind, I won't think any less of you for being honest."
