[SE] become the gold

Alys

With a flattened palm offered to her, Sascha inched closer still, raising on hind legs to gently grasp Deimos's hand between her paws, snuffling at the offered treat before daintily taking it. Deciding that this was a good human, the ursur cub dropped back to all fours and stepped closer, sniffing at her new friend's pockets as though searching for more treats, all thoughts of personal space now firmly in the back of her mind.

"Sascha," Alys sighed, leaning against her shovel for a moment as she watched her cub. "Don't be so rude. Sorry," she added apologetically to Deimos. "She is just a baby."

On the topic of the wedding, Alys smiled. "I'm happy for you both. I don't know Evie well, but you seem to be well matched." She hoped she would be invited to the wedding, though she was too polite to ask outright. They might prefer a smaller affair, and that would be fine as well.

Deimos's smile faltered at her inquiry, making her regret having voiced it. "Perhaps it was simply a meteor, and that was all there was too it," she said, perhaps a little too hopefully. Things were rarely as they seemed in Caido, but one could hope.

funny how it all works out in the end
you dance with the devil and you lose your head