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“The conch shells blew as the priest handed me the red powder, supposed to be used to mark my territories. Man and his primitive needs to mark what is his. A little bit of vermillion dropped on her nose, making her scrunch, the red on her hairline established a truth. Men, unlike women, had no symbols of a union. Women did not mark their territories. They made homes. (Scarlet: A Short Story)”

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“It was a strange thing. I had been viewing the marriage question with such trepidation--- the ceremony, the spectacle, all that came after it, in the form of this strange and beautiful kingdom that would thence be half mine. And yet, as I sat there upon the lake amidst the tree-shadow and reflected light and the dragonflies tussling with the wind, I no longer knew why I had been so afraid. Likely it was also the threat of Queen Arna hanging over us like a guillotine--- well, the prospect of imminent death tends to put things into perspective. It was not that my worries vanished--- no magic could manage that. I only realized how much smaller they were than the world that lay before me. A world that I wanted, even after all I had seen, and amidst such a thicket of danger. I wanted it very much. And I especially wanted to share it with Wendell.”

“I followed his gaze to the lakeshore. A hundred tiny lights dotted the forest--- more than a hundred. A thousand? They kept appearing among the shadows, different in size and luminance depending on the lantern. I hadn't realized the forest was so full of Folk. And among the trees, the silver faerie stones began to glow. "All this for a mortal queen?" I muttered, flushed and overwhelmed. "Too much?" Wendell made a gesture, and the faerie stones dimmed, retaining only a faint luminescence. "That's as much as I can do. The small Folk will keep to their traditions--- they would be greatly offended if I ask them to put their lights out before morning." "Very well," I said. It was easier to bear without the faerie stones, which I've always found eerie, the way they hang untethered among the treetops like a strangely shaped mist. I know the curator of Cambridge's Museum of Dryadology and Ethnofolklore would give her eye teeth for just one of the things--- none have ever been smuggled into the mortal world, and their form and size makes them unique among faerie stones.”

“Do you want to know if you have found the right one? That person with whom you can spend the rest of your life, if not eternity? Then answer these questions: 1.) Do you consider this person to be your best friend in the world? 2.) Can you (do you) talk to this person about anything—openly, honestly, and without fear? 3.) Does this person understand and support your dreams (realistic or not) without apathy or criticism? 4.) Does this person share your core values, beliefs, and principles? 5.) Does this person possess a kind disposition and an intellect comparable to your own? If the answer to every question is a solid yes, then chances are you have found the right one.”