If asked, Damita would tell Tala just how much she thought the English and Spanishmen that had moved to this continent were pigs; not to get involved, stick to what she knew. She had shrugged off various suitors before moving to America simply because she thought they were pigs, putting themselves forward to gain a maid/bedmate instead of trying to find love.<br/><br/>Damita made a sound in her throat, biting at the inside of her lip as Tala continued along the same subject. Her knees almost gave out at the girl’s question, Damita allowing herself to slowly sink to her knees, submerging herself up to her neck in water. She shook her head, trying to hide her blushing cheeks behind her hair. “Why so curious about it? Are you promised to someone?” Damita asked, trying to be calm instead of giddy while getting around to answering. What could she say? That they’d only done it that once and the other two times was…<br/><br/>No, she’d not let that cloud her mind. “Yes, he does.” She answered honestly, though quietly.<br/>