Sanshi jolted when he noticed she was petting at his wings, so she quickly jerked her hand back and flushed, looking up at him. A glance away and she cleared her throat, lips pursed before she chewed on her lower lip. "Yes, it's for Inima," She said, voice lowered. Sanshi moved her free hand to press her fist to her upper chest, palm to her collar bone.
"Your wings are lovely," She added as an aside, wanting to change the topic but... No. He had to understand. He could understand, right? Sanshi ducked her head down and took his hand, fingers between his as she dragged him away. Maybe she was cursed. Only she would get a husband who accidentally entered himself into... Into a marriage ceremony - or so she thought.
It was when they were finally some what alone, or at least more alone, tucked between the side of a building and a tall tree. Glancing around, Sanshi sighed before she slowly pulled the covering off her head, red hair bound in braids, curled around her head to keep it hidden - the secondary use was to keep it out of her pottery. "You're going to be with me for a year, only me," She took his hand in both of hers, "This is what the ceremony is for. Sometimes... Sometimes there's children and... Maybe we'll fall in love before the year is up..." Sanshi frowned when the pair of braids started to unravel from their coronet.
Obviously Sanshi figured this was her only chance at all of that. "I... Why did you put your name in the jar if you didn't...." Sanshi sighed and ducked her head down, hands moving from his to hang at her sides, tears filling her eyes again. This was both good at bad. Good because he wasn't Thanati, bad because he clearly didn't understand what was going on! "You're going to be with me, only me for a year. We're married. That's what that means."