[ A quick giggle forces its way out of her throat. She already has plans for a bouquet - she's gathered a few flowering artichokes for brides in Ishgard over the Dragonsong War, after all. ]

Yes, but I have something in mind for that already.

[ Era tugs at a strand of her hair experimentally. It had been tempting to shear it back down, but it's been an interesting change. When she ties it back it isn't quite so inconvenient, though she was planning to cut it short again soon. ]


If you like it then I'll keep it this way. It will look nice with my wedding dress.

[ And speaking of their wedding, Era's mouth continues speaking without her consent -- ]

I would like to consummate our marriage more traditionally the night of our wedding, if you're amenable to it. [ oh my gods no, please stop. ] You haven't attempted much more than kissing me so I'm uncertain if it's something you would like. That is... I know I'm not beautiful. And I am an Au Ra. And while I know you love me I wonder if maybe--

[ Era finally just slams her hands over her mouth to make the words stop slipping out. She's so very beyond embarrassed. She is horrified. Mortified. So much so that her face isn't flushed red but drained of colour.

So. She'll just. Cover the rest of her face with her hands as well. Because she cannot bear to look at her husband after that. Twelve smite her now. Save her this horrific death. ]