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At last, he emptied the wine in one swallow and grinned. “Say, ‘Please, Malyr, marry me, or I’ll forever be ruined.’” My molars ground together, but I forced them apart. “Please, Malyr, marry me, or I’ll forever be ruined.” Long strides took him over to the desk, where he put down the cup. “No.”
“What do my people say?” he shouted. “What shall I gift my female?” “Seashells! Glass shards!” a cacophony of voices yelled, shrieked, and cheered in a turmoil of suggestions. “Coins! Shiny pebbles! Nails!” I frowned. “Nails?” “Our anoas have the habit of growing quite obsessed with gathering smooth, shiny, or… otherwise beautiful objects. Males often gift them to a female in courtship.”