[ as he grows nearer, and both sees and hears his newfound bride, dan feng's head tilts in curiosity. this is not the same young girl who stood before him a decade ago, rail thin and scrawny, but someone else entirely - and yet, it is her. dan feng remembers the scent of the little creature brought before him, and can sense the flow of energy through his meridians. this is the same person, but changed. how curious.

yet the dragon remains unperturbed. lifting one large paw, dan feng flicks the red veil away from his mate's face to better look upon him, studying him from crown to toes. broad, strong, scarred and callused from years of hard work.. not at all the type of bride that is usually presented to the lord of the rain. most assume that he prefers soft demureness, classic beauty, flawless skin and limpid eyes, but he does not. in fact, he has no preferences at all. still, what prompted this change? the dragon rumbles in his chest, whiskers shivering. ]

You understand that you can never return. This mountain is your home, now.

[ pulled fully from the waters now, the dragon walks a slow circle around his bride, resplendent in fine silks. he does not quake or look away anxiously, as so many do when confronted with dan feng, most especially in this form. ]

But you will not want for anything, for the rest of your life.