Arcturus had a name for most of the stars in the sky and each name had a meaning. To him they were like their own prophecies - for each day (or night), for each year, for each life. They were his guiding lights, but Imogen was his other half. The thing that made him hole and gave him purpose in life.
The Starstrider smiled, widely,
"I would very much like to watch Correlian with you tonight," he said, catching her hand in his and giving it a light squeeze as they stepped outside together. He moved a half step closer to her and slipped his arm around her.
"It's a bright white star seen in the eastern sky from here." He kissed the side of her face.
"I want us to be together always," Arcturus said, as they moved further from the inn. Somehow he always made comments like that seem both casual and quite honest.
"I spent the last three hundred years searching for my resonance," and by now, he had explained what that meant to her in detail. That he had been looking for that person who literally resonated with his soul - the physical, spiritual, other part of him, the only one that could make him whole.
"And I never want to be parted from you." He reached inside his jacket then and pulled out a small leather pouch. She might recognize the pouch as the one she had left for him years ago with a few copper coins in it, after he'd helped her with her chores for weeks once, when she'd cut her hand. Those were back in the days long before she'd allowed herself to get close to him.
"I made this for you," he said and offered it to her. When she opened it she would find a necklace it was a leather cord, beaded with little shiny black beads with a
medallion on it. The medallion had two parts, a copper spiral about the size of a coin, and small turquoise stone with a copper fastener.
"It's Correlian," he said gently, brushing his thumb over the copper spiral,
"and this..." he touched the stone,
"you were born under the Denebola, a bright blue star. I made it out of the copper coins you gave me." He pulled her a little tighter against her.
"I know I told you once, that marriage isn't a custom of my people, but this is a traditional gift of my people, that we share between resonances. It's a symbol of my commitment to you, my resonance." Arcturus kissed her lips gently.
He paused then, stopped walking, and turned to face her directly. They were well away from the inn and down the street then.
"I wish to marry you, Imogen," he said,
"if you'll have me."