Me too! 8D SoSuWriMo 514
When it came to hunting, Nayati never found himself over-thinking things or second-guessing himself. It may not have always come naturally to him, but now it was like a second nature, almost even a sixth sense. He knew exactly when and where to strike, how to bring his prey down quickly and efficiently. Hunting was his element and his comfort in his profession was what had lead him to the station that he now held within his tribe. In everything else though? The Utina man had a knack for making other things much more difficult than they needed to be. His mind would go into overdrive. He would over-think, over-analyze. For some reason he could not quite explain, he felt the need to imagine every possible outcome and how he would handle each situation before he even attempted to go forward with the thing he was trying. It was a bit of a curse in a sense, which was why he needed so badly to talk to Dawali. Nayati needed that trusted, outside opinion to halt his frenzied thoughts.
At the Chief's added words Nayati could not help but to nod his confirmation. He was not terribly worried, no. After all, Liliana was the one who had initiated their courtship. Well, more aptly she was the one who had provided the catalyst for him to realize his own feelings for her. Liliana had been in love with him before he had even known that she liked him in that way at all. He never had doubted the truth of her feelings and he was not worried about her not wanting to be with him, but it was hard to ask such a serious and life changing question without some small worry and doubt. The story of Dawali's own proposal made a small chuckle come from the hunter's lips. "Really? That is amusing." His memories of the Kalona's mate were not as crisp and clear as they once had been, but he remembered her being a very strong and forward woman; it was clear where Asha had gotten her personality.
Nayati knew that his request was unorthodox; it was meant to be a Priest that conducted a mateship ceremony. There were none here though so really they would be breaking with tradition out of necessity. Plus, there was absolutely not another soul that the Utina would rather do the honor for them. From the other man's expression, he could tell that Dawali was touched by his question, but he was silent for so long Nayati was unsure whether or not he would agree. When the Chief's arms spread out and wrapped him into a quick hug though, the Gadui Kanati's smile was so broad his face almost hurt. He hugged the Amara back before the contact retreated back to a more comfortable distance. "Thank you Dawali. Truly, thank you." The Utina flinched a little as he was elbowed, but the grin never left his strong features. "I do not know, but I am sure someone could find a reason." A hearty chuckle accented his words.
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