"Yeah, it does," Sienna says. "But he's been with you since you left Icathia, right? Shouldn't he be a little more...I dunno, open?"
"He's like Laneka," Ylrhea says, taking a bite of an apple. "I have yet to meet a vanara that likes talking to non-vanara."
"Laneka...well, yeah, that's true."
"Not really love, just making sure Jelks knows how amazing her performance was." Sādhanā says slipping an arm around her wife.
As Cyna made for the cake, Harakhty saw fit to compliment Hadrinn on his efforts. He searched out the man and placed a hand on his shoulder. "A grand meal for a grand day. Well-done!"
Seeing their beautiful cake being brought out, Arista nearly gasps. It looked even better than she had ever imagined, and twice as yummy. Finishing her drink and wiping her mouth she taps Alethiro on the shoulder and points at the cake. "That looks so good, lets get up there and cut it so we can eat some."
Getting up from their seats they make their way up to where Hadrinn has the cake and a knife waiting for them. She looks at Hadrinn, "Thank you so much....it's even more lovely than I thought it would be, and it looks really yummy too." She smiles as she takes the knife with Alethiro and they each make small cuts into the cake. Holding bite size pieces of the cake, they each take turns feeding each other a piece of it, before cutting themselves a regular size piece. Once they each have a piece, Arista hands the knife back to Hadrinn for him or whoever he has serving, to cut the rest for their guests.
Finding a spot among their family and friends, they sit to enjoy some very tasty cake. Arista's eyes go very huge and she emits little sounds of pleasure as she tastes the combination of the sweet and the tart with the assortment of berries. All of the flavors blending together in blissful harmony with each other.
She looks back at Alethiro, "Have you ever tasted anything so divine in all your life? It's a good thing we don't eat like this every day, or I'd never be able to get into my armor again." She laughs as she takes another bite of cake.
After taking a bite of the lemon cake, Alethiro answered, "I do not believe I have."
Patting her belly Arista sighs, "I feel like a bloated boar. I'm gonna have to lay off the goodies for a while if I want to keep looking good for you." She smirks at Alethiro as she finishes off her piece of cake.
Once they're both done Arista stretches and leans her head against Alethiro, "Maybe we should make the rounds and say goodnight to some folks. It looks like Marie and them are getting ready to leave as well as some others. I haven't had a chance to get around yet and thank everyone for coming, or Godrick for performing such a wonderful ceremony. It was all so lovely wasn't it?" She gently touches the gift he made for her as well as the emerald pendant at her throat before sighing and relaxing against him.
Looking lovingly into her eyes, "Yes it was." Offering his arm to his new bride, they began making the last rounds.
They make their way through those that are scattered around at various tables. Finding her family she bids them goodnight and hugs everyone again. Arista makes sure to greet each guest and thanks them for coming. Finally getting to Godrick, she thanks him for the lovely service and gives him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. Going to Hadrinn she thanks him again and makes sure that those that weren't able to make it to the ceremony will get some food and cake as well.
Once she's seen to all of that she looks back at Alethiro, "Well, it's getting pretty late and I'm just exhausted. This was a very long day...how about you? Are you getting pretty tired as well? We still have to get the gifts back to the fort as well." She walks with him back to the table where they left all of the gifts.
Arista yawns as she gathers up all the gifts. Making sure that she has everything together she turns back to look at Alethiro, "I think I can manage the blanket, your book and the pins....do you think you could grab that box of cookware? At least we don't have to go very far with it." She laughs lightly, but there is just a hint of nervousness in her voice.
"True enough." Alethiro responded as he gathered up the rest of the gifts. He was trying his best not to sound not to show that inside, he was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
As Drago watched the happy couple leave, a smile crossed his face.
"I've only met two and I haven't spoken with Laneka much." Cyna says in between bites of baked goodness.
Once they got back to her room she had Alethiro deposit the cookware on the floor against the far wall, while she laid the blanket on the bed and put the box the pins were in on the bedside table. Holding onto his book she walks over and hands it to him.
"Have I told you tonight how incredibly handsome you look?" She reaches up to caress his face and then gently undoes the pin from his tunic. Taking off her own pin she puts them carefully back in the box. Turning back to him she smiles slightly, "Why don't you take your book back to your room and get a change of clothes to sleep in? I need to wash my face anyways and get ready for bed. I'll be here waiting for you once you get back." She talks calmly enough, but as she leans into him for a kiss, he can feel the slight tremble in her body.
Alethiro bows his head and heads to his room. After putting the book away, and getting his sleeping attire, the Elf paused for a moment. "Pharasma, give me peace of mind." Taking a deep breath, he headed back to his wife's room.
Once he leaves Arista hangs the dress back up and changes into the sheer forest green nightie with all the lace. Lowering the lamplight in the room, she fixes the covers on the bed. She takes the silver head band out of her hair and tries to tame it somewhat with the brush. Once her face is washed, she goes and sits on the bed and waits for him to return. While waiting for him she prays silently to herself, Help my heart to be still Sarenrae and get me through tonight. Please help me show him how much I love him and don't let me screw it up.
Alethiro placed a trembling hand on the door. He closed his eyes, let out a quick exhale and opened the door. His eyes widened and his heart nearly stopped at sheer beauty of his bride laid across the bed. The Elf stepped inside, closed and locked the door. Making his way to the bed, removing his shirt as he did.
Watching him cross the room to her, her heart nearly stops. He is the most beautiful man I've ever seen. She trembles slightly on the bed as he nears her. She takes in the sight of him and smiles softly at his approach.
"Let's take this slow." Crawling into bed, he caressed his love's cheek. Kissing her, he began to feel the Fires of Passion stir within him.
Noticing Godrick passing, Sādhanā smiles, raising an eyebrow. "Beautiful choice of blessing Godrick."
Nerah and Wilk finish their small pieces of cake as Arista and Alethrio approach. Marie smiles widely. "We should have family gatherings more often."
Lucco claps Alethiro on the shoulder. "Welcome to the family."
Hadrinn smiles at Harakhty. "Aye, but I'll be glad when I don't have to roll out feasts like this every other day."
Godrick offers his congratulations to the couple and then turns to Sādhanā. "It felt like the right thing to say. I feel Aroden more now than I ever have in my life. I think it's this place."
"You aren't missing much, Captain," Sienna says, taking small bites of her cake. "Laneka is alright, but really grumpy most of the time."
The gnome watches the couple depart. "Mmm, think we should let them have the fort to themselves for a while?"
Cyna nods. "Probably. I just hope that they're more reserved than Skaar and Corda."
Jelks sighs, a little relieved and a little upset. The lyre was broken and, while she had enough coin to buy another one, that would put a dent in her fare for a ship. Sādhanā was a kind person, kinder than most people she had ever met. She wonders if the magus would judge her...over that. Would it even matter? It seemed to matter to just about every damned person who poked their nose in her business. Not to mention her father's history. Sometimes, she wondered if her father was really right. If his life of piracy is what caused her to be this way...an "in-betweener".
The bard shakes her head and leaves for the tavern, a faint smile on her face. She had done something lovely today and made a couple's day. With a deep breath, she hopes Ieyasu has some coin to spare. Her skills with the ocarina were a bit rusty, but she managed to impress herself. People always liked songs on the ocarina.
Sienna laughs. "Do you remember your first time? I do. There was lots of nervousness and awkward groping."
"It's a sign that life goes on, no matter what," Godrick says. "The hard nature of the world is endless war and conflict, but still people struggle to find something normal, something peaceful. It's something to be proud of. At least, you can see something like this rather than a field of dead bodies. I know you and I have seen plenty of that to last a lifetime or two."
Clara takes her wife's hand. "So what shall we do tonight, love? Staying out of the fort for a while seems like the considerate thing to do."
Elena lays her head on Drago's shoulder. "That was a lovely ceremony. I wish them all the best. Well, I see your half-sister milling about. It'd probably be the best time to ask her about training you."
Cyna takes a moment to think before replying. "My heart was racing that's for sure., but I just did what felt right and hoped for the best."
People always liked songs on the ocarina
Sienna gives Cyna a warm hug. "Anyway, I'm sure those two could deal without the fear that someone will go walking by their door for a little while."
"Not if you're doing your job right," Godrick says before nodding and talking with Zeph and the others from Malwen.
Umina breaks away from the group to find Sādhanā and Clara. "So was your ceremony like that?"
Complimenting the chef complete, Harakhty gathered himself another plate. This one, however, was not for him, but rather for an individual noticeably - at least to him - absent from the ceremony. Getting a smattering of various dishes, he opted not to brink drink or utensils as the man should have had plenty of those.
Tomorrow, it's back to business he thought to himself as he came upon the migrant's door. Knocking, Harakhty waited for Michael to respond. "You missed a wonderful wedding," chided the Suntooth at the man's answer, half in jest. "But I won't have you miss the food. Here - I've already had a plate myself."
Truth be told, Harakhty meant to see if the man were well; avoiding a pleasant day like that where free delicacies abounded struck him as strange. If he wasn't in the right state of mind, the mage's counsel with regards to the mask would need to be reconsidered. Though at this point I've fenced myself into a corner with it.
He spoke with Michael about the mundane (un)pleasantries he had to share. But he came back around to his purpose before too long. "I took your advice into consideration; the mask will be destroyed tomorrow morning. Sadhana has the capability to do so. Yet I'm worried such a powerful relic has a way of continuing its existence; a simple sword stroke seems to easy to banish its evil entirely."
Michael takes the plate from Harakhty, more grateful for the gesture than the food itself. "Weddings are still not my idea of a good time. It's not that I loathe social gatherings, but they are reminiscent of a life I chose to give up."
He makes small talk with the vanara before offering his opinion. "Much of it all remains mysterious, the masks, the shards and such. Yet, it isn't unique. There were thirteen masks, created in an age removed from the Predecessors. They are formidable, but..."
The wizard offers a shrug, unsure of how to continue. "These are strange times, Harakhty. Sometimes we must lean on faith...sometimes more than we are comfortable with."
Sienna gives Cyna a warm hug. "Anyway, I'm sure those two could deal without the fear that someone will go walking by their door for a little while."
"Yea. Give em' a night alone with their new bedding."
"Harakhty wants to head out tomorrow, are you two up for that?" Cyna asks.
Sienna shrugs. "If everything is in order, I don't see why not. But Arista might want to spend the day with her family if they're still here."