<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4151617#msg4151617">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 19-01-2011, 11:30:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The woman's voice is as clear as the crystal bells a Cymrillian trader might offer you. When they haven't been hurt by the transport, that is.<br/>"You're right", she agrees, "And some of them are. But some women have a large heart - large enough that there is always room for more. And then, there are those who can only hope to be accepted in a woman's heart, but never to marry... Ah well. Who are the lucky guys that married someone with your talents? Don't see them around..."<br/>She looks astonished for a moment.<br/>"Unless you have married that Certamente, there, haven't you? But no. Whatever else he is, he's a foreigner! This never ends well...so, where are your husbands?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Aevala’s face grew a little pale for a moment at the very familiar question. She wasn’t old by the world’s standards, but Sarista tend to marry young and often, and she wasn’t married. Her azure skin regained its color swiftly as she recovered with a laugh that she would be married to sword-slinging cymrillian, “No, no. He is not mine. He is not one to be chained down,” Aevala stated with a smile, looking over at him fondly before turning to look at her. “And I fear I’m one of those that will only hope to find a heart that is adventurous as mine. Alas, I do not stay and look very long for love and romance either,” she chuckled with a shrug. “Error on both parts, I guess, but everything in its season.”