Meow widened her eyes. She looked up at Tyr, who held her hand so openly and naturally.
Meow bit her lip. Maybe, he just wanted to comfort her, to keep her from being... uh... so nervous.
When they arrived at the civic center, they informed the staff they wanted to get married, and the staff eyed them.
The first question for Meow was whether she was of age.
Meow!
Uh, well, um... it seems... I really don't know, maybe, maybe, I'm of age?
Meow nodded: "Yes, I'm of age."
Then, no one made it difficult for them, and they were directly given forms to fill out.
But Meow had a problem. She could basically handle the local language now, listening and speaking were fine, but writing... was difficult.
Meow looked up to seek Tyr's help: "I... can't write, can you help me fill it out?"
The staff replied, "No, no, it must be filled out personally."
Meow...
