“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.”
He gave her a charm bracelet of little bird trinkets lolololololollllll
