[Athilea Majiri]

"Yes, I had." She smiled, her parents had actually insisted on it. It was small enough that she could have it on her person when they felt it necessary, and it had served as a deterrent on other mens advances. "It is why I asked, the artist did not do you justice though."

The girl blushed at her own comment. "It is odd to see how differently our parents decided to handle the arrangement, don't you think?" It was nice to talk to him, to get comfortable around him. Things would not, likely, remain so smooth at this. She savored the time with him though.