Strange Ways (D6, Late AM, OPEN)

[Moto Khulun]

"That is what I have been told and experienced," she agrees.

"Fitting match, we shall see if it survives the matchmaking games."

[Asako Hirase]

"Ah, yes." Hirase was worried about those 'games', not for himself but for Yuki. His brows furrowed. "I expect a great deal of consternation and possibly broken hearts the final day. I do hope that Faces can be kept, but with the relative youth of many here and the rumored love blossoming among so many, I am unsure that will be the case."

[Moto Khulun]

"There will be tears and possibly blood, I admire and encourage the heart but I also temper that with the fact that our fate in marriage is not completely in our hands," she says after a moment of thought.

"I have what I like, but I am not married to it."

[Asako Hirase]

A snicker of appreciation emerged, approval for the pun.

"You have the right mindset, I think. Hope, tinged with a solid dose of reality. You have an advantage in that I do not know of any others seeking this Matsu, though there is always the concern of there being more of us than you. Keep one eye to the standings and set expectations accordingly, neh?"

[Moto Khulun]

"Basically... the women of the Unicorn are in high demand," she says with a smirk.

"Best snatch us up while we are here."

[Asako Hirase]

"I'm not snatching anyone." He smiled wryly. "I can at best hope to be the snatch-ee. I am finding my solace in the happiness of friends, should it happen, to make up the lack of it in my near future."

[Moto Khulun]

"I do hope you find what you seek, now or later sayyed," she says respectfully.

[Asako Hirase]

"Thank you." He bowed his head, but then had to ask, "....Sayyed. Is that the equivalent to -san? I've heard that and 'sidi', and I've still not managed to work out which is which..."

[Moto Khulun]

"Same-same, as far as I am concerned," she says in reply.

[Asako Hirase]

He nodded, smiling, and then pushed back to his feet.

"Thank you for the conversation, Moto-san." He smiled at her, nodding to the horse. "I should get back, though...my son will need his lunch."

With a bow, he departed in the direction of his tent.

/exit

[Moto Khulun]

"May the winds mask your approach, Sayyed," she says with a nod.