'Hmm?' The sound was little more than a soft rumble, but it was enough to spur her on.
For a moment she considered how to broach the subject, but after some consideration she realized that it wasn't a situation that she would be able to make better by choosing the right words.
"There is a man my family would see me marry." Reluctance tinted her words for more than just her dislike of the topic at hand. "He has come to my home, asked my father for permission to court me, and even returned to see me a second time."
A delicate disinclination shaped in her body and her hands, but she was careful to temper it with desire to please family and deeply ingrained obedience. "I don't have any doubt in my mind that he is not the man I would choose," She shifted, slowly drawing away from Shahar so that she could turn to face him, despite the pink that brightened her cheeks, "but I am growing old for marriage, Shahar, and my family would not see me turn down his offer."
Her departure from his contact left her all the more aware of the chill in the air and of the cooling paths the rain traced across her skin. She felt instant regret at losing the warmth shared between them, but it was more important for her to see him.
Her words trickled to a halt, her rain wet form filled with concern, seeking reassurance held in delicate balance with hopeful moving forward. She waited for him, taking in the shape of his body and the words she thought she might find there.
"If I could tell them of another suitor, then perhaps they would not push so strongly for my acceptance of this other man, for my marriage to him." The words hung as heavy in the air as the rain as she waited for his response. Unconscious eagerness had found it's way into her posture and it was when she noticed that that it dawned on her that she was placing a burden on him.
She had backed him into a corner with her words, and so she quickly sought a new path.
"I do not mean to force your hand, Shahar, I can find a life with the approval of my family to keep me content. I do not wish to force you down a path you are disinclined to take." She signed a phrase then, an in between of 'graceful retreat from a subject' and an offer to continue or ignore the topic of conversation at the other's discretion.
For a moment she considered how to broach the subject, but after some consideration she realized that it wasn't a situation that she would be able to make better by choosing the right words.
"There is a man my family would see me marry." Reluctance tinted her words for more than just her dislike of the topic at hand. "He has come to my home, asked my father for permission to court me, and even returned to see me a second time."
A delicate disinclination shaped in her body and her hands, but she was careful to temper it with desire to please family and deeply ingrained obedience. "I don't have any doubt in my mind that he is not the man I would choose," She shifted, slowly drawing away from Shahar so that she could turn to face him, despite the pink that brightened her cheeks, "but I am growing old for marriage, Shahar, and my family would not see me turn down his offer."
Her departure from his contact left her all the more aware of the chill in the air and of the cooling paths the rain traced across her skin. She felt instant regret at losing the warmth shared between them, but it was more important for her to see him.
Her words trickled to a halt, her rain wet form filled with concern, seeking reassurance held in delicate balance with hopeful moving forward. She waited for him, taking in the shape of his body and the words she thought she might find there.
"If I could tell them of another suitor, then perhaps they would not push so strongly for my acceptance of this other man, for my marriage to him." The words hung as heavy in the air as the rain as she waited for his response. Unconscious eagerness had found it's way into her posture and it was when she noticed that that it dawned on her that she was placing a burden on him.
She had backed him into a corner with her words, and so she quickly sought a new path.
"I do not mean to force your hand, Shahar, I can find a life with the approval of my family to keep me content. I do not wish to force you down a path you are disinclined to take." She signed a phrase then, an in between of 'graceful retreat from a subject' and an offer to continue or ignore the topic of conversation at the other's discretion.