Drago picked up the dishes, "I'll take care of these." With a quick peck on the cheek, he headed back to the kitchen.
Yulia nods and starts cleaning the tables.
After working on his chores, Alethiro slipped in the back to do some reading from the holy text.
As he came out, the Elf saw Sienna and Cyna leaving. "What did they want?" He asked Ashram.
"They're getting married next week and wanted to reserve some time at the temple for their ceremony," Ashram says.
"Really? Well good for them. Is there anything else you need me for today? I was thinking of seeing my family today."
"I think matters are well in hand here," Ashram replies. "Go ahead and have fun."
"I'll see you tomorrow Ashram. Blessings upon you." With that, Alethiro headed to his parents place.
Alethiro finds Celenon training Queten around the side of their house.
"So I'm thinking white for me and red for you," Sienna says, looking at a simple pair of white dress shoes.
Alethiro leans against the corner of the house and watches. He remembered when his Father had been running him through some of these drills.
"Colors match and they're not muddy, works for me." Cyna says.
After she gets Rhy settled in front of her, she turns Blaze and heads towards the stables, "It's just a bit chilly, but a beautiful day." She comments as they make their way through town at a slow canter.
”It really is. This is just what we needed.” Rhadaya says happily.
”Hmm yes that’s probably a good idea.” Sādhanā says, turning back to tie up the rowboat to secure it.
"Well, try them on and make sure they don't pinch your feet anywhere," Sienna says, trying on the shoes she selected. "Last thing we need is you making faces when Arista's asking you if take me to be your wife."
She makes a few exaggerated pained expressions.
Celenon finds a gap in Queten's defense and thumps him soundly on the back with the quarterstaff. Queten goes sprawling and gets back up, a look of irritation on his face.
Ylrhea waits for Sādhanā to return before heading into the lighthouse and climbing to the top. "It's kinda romantic here."
Clara nods, not saying anything.
She just smiles while kissing Rhy on the top of the head. Her tummy was really full and bouncing on the horse was not doing good things for Tesia's stomach. As they near the stables she slows him from a canter to a walk. Finally reaching their destination she stops and hops off of his back before reaching up and gently taking her wife by the waist, helps her down as well before walking him back to his stall. She feeds him a carrot before she starts undoing the saddle and taking everything off of Blaze. Taking him into his stall she leads him to his oats and water so he can eat while she brushes him down. After about fifteen to twenty minutes she walks back out of his stall back to Rhadaya, "Well...if you'll be so kind love as to get the smell and muck off of me, we can head back to beach for that walk. My tummy is feeling a little jumpy now." She says as she looks a slight bit flushed in the face.
Alethiro chuckled, "I wouldn't take it personally Queten, he's been at this far longer than you or I."
Pushing off against the wall, he stepped forward. "But I wonder, when was the last time you handled multiple opponents? Would you happen to have a spare staff?"
"Yeah it is." Sādhanā responds, her eyes focused on the hut.
Rhadaya goes up on tiptoe to kiss her wife as a warm mist swirls around them both, leaving them both freshend with the faint scent of a late fall reainstorm.
Charity emerges from the hut to hang up laundry. Even from their height, Sādhanā can see that the halfling is sporting a black eye.
Ylrhea turns her focus from the landscape to the halfling. "Yeah...this isn't going to be a good visit."
Celenon hands Alethiro a spare quarterstaff that was leaning against the wall. "How long has it been since you've handled one of these?"
Alethiro twirled the staff a couple rotations to get the weight of it, "Perhaps a year. There was a Monk at the monastery that tried to teach me a few things, but I was a little.......distracted. Still," The Elf glanced at his Half-Brother, "I'm willing to bet we can give you a run for your money." The Cleric took a stance.
Celenon laughs. "Let's see if you still have those old gaps then. And see if you can get Queten to coordinate with you."
"It's not hard when you have two people," Queten says.
"We shall see if you're right," Celenon says, readying his staff. "Come on, Alethiro, show me what you've learned."
Alethiro smirked. Dropping his stance, he slid forward in a zigzag motion before thrusting his staff with one hand, similar to that of a spear thrust, at his Father's shoulder.
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Rhadaya goes up on tiptoe to kiss her wife as a warm mist swirls around them both, leaving them both freshend with the faint scent of a late fall reainstorm.
She smiles softly as she wraps an arm around her wife to return the kiss. Brushing a lock of hair out of her love's eyes she says, "MMmmm...I love getting clean like that. Let's get that walk in before I crave something else." She says with a mischievous wink.
Looking down at her feet as she walks and mulls things over she bumps into someone, "Oh...sorry, excuse me." Shielding her eyes she looks up and sees Kama, "Oh...sorry Kama, guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. You still out delivering invitations? Elena is making some tea and lunch. It's probably about ready if you've got those all passed out...or did you need some help?"
Queten rushes in at the same time as Alethiro but trips over his own feet and whacks himself in the face with his staff. Celenon quickly parries Alethiro's attack before chuckling at his younger son's misfortune.
"I don't make weird faces do I?" Cyna asks mirroring Sienna's exaggerated movements.
"Mmm, only in certain instances," Sienna says, getting another pair of shoes.
Using the momentum from his Father's parry, Alethiro spun about while taking the staff in both hands. Facing Celenon, the Cleric launched to quick attacks. Primarily to keep his Father busy while Queten regained his feet.
Queten slips as he scrambles to his feet and hits himself with the staff again as he falls. Celenon shakes his head. "Looks like you're fighting this one alone, Alethiro."
Celenon pushes down on Alethiro's staff with his own and follows up with a quick attack to Alethiro's side.
"No. It isn't." Sādhanā says, her voice steel as they head toward the hut, her stride and posture carrying a distinct aura of violence.
Ylrhea quickly follows behind Sādhanā.
Clara sighs. "Remember that you're not a murderer!"
Celia quietly follows behind the others.
Charity looks up as the magus and her retinue approach. "Hey, wait a minute! What are you doing here?"
With a little giggle Rhadaya leans against Tes as they walk toward the beach.
"I'm sorry do we need permission to be here that someone didn't tell me about?" Sādhanā asks in a dangerously polite tone of voice.
The halfling looks at Sādhanā. "Since this is our home, yes. You can't just run around as you please."
She wraps an arm around her wife's waist while kissing the top of her head again, a small sigh escaping her lips. Looking out across the water she thinks she sees Sadhana and a couple others on the lighthouse island.
"That structure is your home. This island you don't really have a claim to Charity." Sādhanā says quietly. "Have you been alright out here?"
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"Friggin' darkvision..." Cyna mutters.
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"But they're soooooo cute," Sienna says.
"I'm fine," Charity says. "Basir is sleeping, so I'm getting some laundry done."