>>5980772Seizing a handful of hair, you tug at it, half-expecting it to come tumbling down your shoulders as a wig might. No, this is no wig, nor does it seem to be colored artificially. This is your hair, now 'naturally' red, by Sune's will. It was Tenpenny who said that those with such hair were blessed by the goddess. While the color hardly suits you, it is not so much a fashion statement as it is a reminder of the unusual connection that an Ilythiiri warrior shares with a human deity.
First within and then without, 'Sindiira Torani' has steadily become a wholly distinct individual from Jezyrene Delyl.
Regardless, you did not come here to Sune's shrine for idle soul-searching. Rather, you are here to seek advisement with regards to your relations with the High Sorcerer, Amaranth Cywir. Obviously, you have already learned everything there is to know about relationships in your centuries of experience, although it would nevertheless be prudent to refresh your memory. You join your now fellow Sunites in their spicy bavardage, elaborating on the particulars of your situation. After conferring with one another, they produce their replies.
"You need to sit down together and have a long talk. Show him who you really are, and tell him about your feelings," states a mature woman who is about your age in human years. "Otherwise, it'll all fall apart once the honeymoon is over."
"No, no, no, it's too early for that! Why not write him a poem instead?" Proposes a half-breed girl, who would be about as old as Ilanis. "That way he'll know that he has a special place in your heart!"
"That is simply not enough!" Exclaims a moneyed elderly woman who has aged gracefully. "I know that you're mature enough to be ready for marriage. Don't wait, propose to him! If you like it, you need to put a ring on it!" Her remark provokes convivial uproar from the others, making it difficult to determine whether or not she tells you this in jest. Among Ilythiiri, 'marriage' is little more than political theater that ultimately means little, but over your adventures you have gathered that the surfacers view it as important - holy, even. Accounting for the cultural divide, perchance there is merit to her advice?
All sound suggestions, you reason.
>Hmm, yes. I suppose that I will have to tell him everything eventually, if we are to be together. >Me, a poet? Why not? Surely it will not prove difficult for one as knowledgeable and experienced as myself.>Oh, gods! The old woman is right - I need to begin planning our wedding before some whore tries to steal him away from me!>After some consideration, I have concluded that I am doing everything correctly, and need not change my approach.>[Write-in.] 