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Harper's Tale - Saturday, February 09, 2002, 
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Calliope> Rose Garden
Calliope> Enclosed by stone walls, this rather large garden has an air of tranquility and romance about it. Grass forms a springy carpet in the center of the enclosure, with a few willow trees sprouting for shade around a small lily-filled pool off to one side. The air is rich with heady perfume from the dozens of rose plants that grow everywhere- enormous, pale peach creepers peer down from arbors over the main path, miniatures that sport blood-red blooms are found by the pond. Along each wall, as well, are blossoms of many different scents and hues, some red and delicate, or yellow and demure, some even striped like peppermint. A small gazebo rests near the pool, with a swinging seat perfectly comfortable for two people.
Calliope> For today, the swing has been removed from the gazebo, replaced by a small dais trimmed with a few late blooming white roses. Outside of the small shelter, a few rows of benches have been arranged, with an aisle formed down the middle. The stone walls are decorated with garlands and bright banners in the Hold colours, and a small awning has been placed over the food tables off to one side, the central lawn kept clear for dancing.
Calliope> It is an autumn afternoon. The clouds begin to dispearse, revealing the sun making it's way down the western sky, never having a chance to warm up the earth.
Calliope> On the perch is Morning Glory.
Calliope> You see Buffet Table here.
Calliope> You notice Taryl asleep here.
Calliope> Obvious exits:
Calliope> Main Gardens Herb Garden

Calliope> Kurt stalks in from the Herb Garden.

Calliope> Maverin moves with meaningful pace in from the Herb Garden.
Calliope> Maverin is standing near one of the front benches having his suit preened by a young woman, small bits of nearly impossible to find lint being picked off with her careful fingers. "Sharilli, I'm sure no one will notice that I have a strand of feline fur caught in my coat now will you leave it be? Rilna's family might be here already," the handsome groom mutters. The woman places her hands on her hips, smirking though she attempts to play angered. "You /asked/ for my opinion on your suit. Perfection is necessary on days like this now stop your bickering." With a quick hug, the young woman and Maverin have gone their seperate ways, Sharilli to mingle and Maverin... well, he'll simply nod to the complete strangers while searching out his own friends.

Calliope> Kurt brushes down the front of his tunic, tugging it down to make sure it lies straight. He's not used to wearing clothes that are so close fitting. The thin framed Harper is more apt to wearing baggier clothes. Adjusting his knot and brushing his hair back, he clears his throat, and steps into the gardens, looking around in slight awe. He hasn't been to Keroon in ages.

Calliope> Over in a corner, already settled on one of the benches, is a large fat man and an almost wispy woman. They're arguing rather loudly. "Lian, I've /told/ you not to slouch, it makes you look like a watch-wher. And straighten your collar." "Lyserre..." grates her mate. "It's enough that I showed up for this... carnival. Don't pester me woman. And where /is/ that benighted sister of mine anyways." Ahhh, the relatives...

Calliope> Liesana steps silently in from the Herb Garden.
Calliope> Niara is led in by Liesana.
Calliope> Japool walks in from the Herb Garden.

Calliope> Japool walks in with a tray on his shoulder and takes it over to the buffet table to finish out the feast planned this night.

Calliope> Liesana strolls in, her pace restrained to a sedate one under the influence of her gown. Keeping an eye on her fosterling, she heads over towards those already gathered, coming to a halt in front of Maverin. "Ah... so you must be this mysterious figure from my aunt's past I've been hearing about," smiles the journeywoman. "I'm Liesana, Rilna's niece and adopted daughter."

Calliope> A most handsome man strolls in, his eyes roaming over the unattached women beginning to fill the area. "My, my, Maverin didn't tell me I'd be amongst so much fresh meat this day..." is muttered by O'reve, his hard emerald eyes flicking across to Liesana and his feet soon following in casual persuit of the Harper's name. Niara is spotted and nearly as quickly as he began his persuit, he ends it. Children are a bad thing. "I've got enough of those at home..." Emerald eyes glaze over for a moment. "Guh, and I wish Phynrizth would understand that." Best man at his ... less than best?

Calliope> Niara follows, head held high, chest (such as it is) pushed out. Someone is feeling all grown-up in her pretty new dress, aren't they? Wide eyes scan the room for familiar faces, but seeing none, Niara chooses to stay close to Mummsie's side. More opportunity there to overhear things little girls shouldn't hear anyway.

Calliope> Laurenlee steps bouncily, eyes peering about with a sparkle in from the Herb Garden.

Calliope> Lian, having batted away the fussy hands of his wife, stands ponderously and surveys the crowd. Spotting his niece, he barrels over towards Liesana, bellowing a moderately cheerful "Liesana, when are /you/ going to get 'handfasted, girl. Wait too long and you'll wrinkle." How... charming. Lyserre contents herself with following in his wake and giving O'reve a look with a touch of venom as his gaze roves over her.

Calliope> Maverin seems a little lost for a moment while he studies the Harper Journeywoman before him. THat name is supposed to ring a bell.... -... tink....- Ah! There it is! "Erm... oh yes! Liesana! Great to finally meet you," he smiles, extending his hand towards the young woman. He's so used to pulling off his workgloves that he nearly hesitates in the action. Blue eyes make a quick sweep around the gardens before falling upon his fiancee's 'daughter' once more. "I suppose we'll be starting soon. It's getting close to the hadfasting and I can see our Harper is here-- aside from yourself that is. I told Rilna I wouldn't have you acting as Harper at your own aunt's 'fasting." Chuckle.

Calliope> Brellan walks in from the Herb Garden.

Calliope> Laurenlee goes home.

Calliope> O'reve simply winks at the willowy lady Lyserre as her dangerous look meets his eyes. Now then, what was he doing? Ah yes! Looking to torture good looking men and woman. The greenrider finally finds himself a suitable young lady already seated and sits down for some flirtatious conversation. Hell/oooo/.

Calliope> Liesana laughs and takes the hand in a firm clasp. "Well met indeed, Maverin. I suppose I can call you 'Uncle' shortly, eh?" she quips, firmly ignoring Lian's bellow, although her smile grows slightly fixed for a moment. She leans forward to murmur to him that "And I think I'd much rather claim you as one than some of the blood relations." *CoughLiancoughcough* Full voice, she allows that "Well, you may have convinced her on that point, but she roped me in as brides's maid. And my fosterling will be flower girl." she notes, beckoning Niara with a hand signal. "This is Niara. Niara, this is Maverin." A thought occurs to her. Bridesmaid. Does she have to /dance/ with O'reve? 

Calliope> Japool releases Mutie, who launches into the air.
Calliope> Mutie glides to the Herb Garden.
Calliope> Pemeron walks in from the Herb Garden.

Calliope> Niara wanders forward automatically at the hand signal. *See...now doesn't Liesana have her well-trained?* Dropping a little curtsey, she beams up at her soon-to-be-sorta-relation-type. "Pleased ta meecha. You don' look all that old ta me." She offers as a way of polite conversation.

Calliope> Liesana *thwaps. Evil fosterling!
Calliope> Niara *beams innocently. What'd I do?

Calliope> Japool almost chokes at some of the coments he is hearing, but keeps quietly to himself, as he is only a cook.

Calliope> Mutie blinks in from ::between::!
Calliope> Japool calls to Mutie, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Calliope> Lian stifles a chuckle as he overhears the little lass's comment, no love apparently lost between him and the groom. Lyserre insiunates herself beside Liesana, murmuring a silky "Really... I should think a /Harper/ would teach their child better manners, my dear niece..."

Calliope> Pemeron walks in in a bit of a rush, apparently feeling he is late. He walks up behind the others who are standing about and brushes his hair out of his face with his palm, then stands about with his mouth slightly open at all the fancy outfits.

Calliope> Maverin witnesses his best man's actions and just grins. Oh, Liesana /will/ be dancing with O'reve if he has anything to say about it. Dull grey eyes draw to the Harper's Fosterling. "My, aren't you looking beautiful today," he smiles. Illianne had certainly done wonders to Maverin! He's actually patronizing a child! "Me? Old?" He chuckles and crouches down infront of her, Sharilli heard letting out a groan after the work she did trying to clean his suit of lint. Lyserre is simply ignored. "Only old enough to be your great uncle." Since that is what he's somewhat becoming today. Lian is spotted and Maverin smiles. "Lian, it's great to see you again. Glad you could make it."

Calliope> Brellan nods politely at Rilna and Maverin as he enters. He apparently does not wish to distract from their present conversation, as he sidles over to Pemeron and clears his throat slightly, saying "Thanks for helping out, I am glad you changed so quick. I would feel kind of alone here." Nope, nothing going on here, they're manly men...

Calliope> Kurt stands near a bush, hands folded behind his back. He isn't mingling much, just letting everyone do their thing. He shuffles his feet, kicking some invisible fluff from his shoe.

Calliope> Liesana resists the temptation to kick Niara in the shins, and simply offers Lyserre a thin smile. "So /lovely/ to see you again, Aunt Lyserre... And I suppose you'd know... having borne /five/ of them." Reaching out a hand for Niara, she gives another grin for Maverin. "Well, I guess we'd better take our places, Aunt Rilna's probably ready to run off a-runnerback and elope with you if we wait much longer, no?" And so she heads over towards the entry to the gardens to wait.

You go to the Rose Garden.

Rose Garden
Enclosed by stone walls, this rather large garden has an air of tranquility and romance about it. Grass forms a springy carpet in the center of the enclosure, with a few willow trees sprouting for shade around a small lily-filled pool off to one side. The air is rich with heady perfume from the dozens of rose plants that grow everywhere- enormous, pale peach creepers peer down from arbors over the main path, miniatures that sport blood-red blooms are found by the pond. Along each wall, as well, are blossoms of many different scents and hues, some red and delicate, or yellow and demure, some even striped like peppermint. A small gazebo rests near the pool, with a swinging seat perfectly comfortable for two people.
For today, the swing has been removed from the gazebo, replaced by a small dais trimmed with a few late blooming white roses. Outside of the small shelter, a few rows of benches have been arranged, with an aisle formed down the middle. The stone walls are decorated with garlands and bright banners in the Hold colours, and a small awning has been placed over the food tables off to one side, the central lawn kept clear for dancing.
It is an autumn afternoon. The clouds begin to dispearse, revealing the sun making it's way down the western sky, never having a chance to warm up the earth.
On the perch are Morning Glory and Calliope.
You see Buffet Table here.
You notice Taryl asleep here.
Kurt, Maverin, Niara, Liesana, Japool, Brellan, and Pemeron are here.
Obvious exits:
Main Gardens Herb Garden


Maverin
Brilliantly cold ice dwells within this man's eyes, shadows from his dark and serious eyebrows failing to dampen the light mist of his whirls. Fairly pale skin bathes over his lean body, comfortably formed muscle taut over nearly every inch of his 6' tall figure. Maverin is in no way a pretty boy and more correctly described as rough-looking with a strange handsomeness lurking in his spirited eyes. Well-defined cheekbones lead down to his prominent jawline, smoothly squared by not nearly a timid and gentle curve. Full lips matching the solemn emotion of his eyes are tainted a gentle rose and appear near silk in touch like the shoulder-length hair of deep chestnut which has been pushed over the crown of his head, small whisps of the strands falling to frame his face. Barely beginning to show his age, Maverin pays little heed to the few hairs sprouting from the center of his hairline and joining the others at the nape of his neck.
His sturdy body has been dressed perfectly for the occasion, from his dark chestnut hair pulled back into a tidy queue at the nape of his neck to his well-polished black shoes. Freshly shaven and smelling as handsome as he looks, Maverin has taken much care in his appearance. Amber lies underneath his smooth cromcoal jacket, the fine linen of his vest edged with the lightest hint of gold embroidery. A white shirt is barely visible beneath the entire ensemble, a silver cravat lying neatly over his breastbone and diving into his aforementioned vest of brilliant color. Maverin is gently cradling the young Illianne in the crook of his arm.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 3 minutes.
Carrying:
Illianne 
Maverin is 44 Turns, 11 months, and 27 days old.

Rilna
Despite her height reaching only an average 5' 6, the woman before you moves with the bearing and presence of someone much larger. Perhaps it's the general air of competance and bustling that surrounds her, or perhaps it's the sharp and occasionally savage wit peering out from sparkling emerald eyes. In any case, the pale and severely sculpted beauty of her features and the straight cascade of long black hair can only help. Age has come to this one, as it comes to all, but has seemed only to take away needless flesh, polishing and refining over a road of life that has left slight crow's feet at the corner of her eyes. Her form is lean and fit, lithe muscles holding a deceptive strength. But surprising gentleness can also be found, revealed when, where, and to whom she chooses, along with a deep passion for life learnt through necessity.
Crimson mellows to maroon in a graduated descent along the vertical lines of a simply styled dress, a nod to tradition without useless frills. The back of the gown features a slight train, while the straps are off-the-shoulder, and a touch of gold embroidery decorates the hemline. Strappy sandals of maroon leather are quite unlike Rilna's usual footwear, and her hair is freed from its' usual single braid. Instead, her temple locks are braided and wrapped around the crown of her head, pinned into place and allowing the rest of her hair to fall in a glossy jet curtain to her hips.
A knot of double cording, golden yellow and peridot green. Bound together with a red thread, and formed into a single loop with a long tail, and with a single tassel of red, it indicates that Rilna is the Assistant Beasthold Manager for Keroon.
She is awake and looks alert.
You notice Rilna looking at you.
Rilna is 44 Turns, 2 months, and 20 days old.

Liesana
Almond shaped eyes of amber warmth glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features, while crimson-pink lips reflect a range of emotions, from devillish mischief to rare pensive moods. Liesana is petite, despite a medium stature of 16.2 hands, slim figure carrying not a trace of extra flesh, although her muscles are toned and well defined. She does lay claim to her share of feminine charms, however. Wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar born callouses on her fingertips and several old scars on her arms hint that here is one who does nothing halfheartedly.
Midnight blue ripples of soft fabric slip softly down Liesana's form to create a light summer slipdress, simple with thin straps leading to straight neckline, and a waist gently emphasized with a back lacing of ribbon while the hemline swirls gently about her calves. The only ornamentation is some silver threading about the neck and hemlines. Black leather sandals wrap straps around her ankles, while her hair is left to float freely, a pair of braided sections keeping it out of her face. Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her perch-of-choice, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder.
Blue and white twine in a double cord knot of single loop and long tail, a ribbon of red accenting. Fastened prominently to it is a roundel badge bearing a blue harp. Combined, all this finery heralds a Journeyman of the Harpercraft, posted to Smith Hall no less!
She is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Carrying:
Chestnut-Wood Gitar Angelique
Brown Leather Carrysack 
Liesana is 24 Turns, 6 months, and 16 days old.

Niara
'Sugar 'n spice and everythin' nice' seems a made-to-order description for this young girl. Nutmeg colors her hair as it falls in silky locks to her shoulders, a few wisps falling forward in front to half-cover wide, mischievous blue-grey eyes. Pink-tinged cheeks dimple over a rosebud mouth that seems to be perpetually holding back giggles. Her arms and legs are as skinny as ever, but she finally seems to be growing into their length, developing a graceful touch in her energetic gait and movements which hints of things to come. Her voice is a sweet soprano that is gradually growing into clear and honeyed tones. Don't let her soft tones deceive you though. She can reach shrill levels when pleading doesn't get her way. She is the exact replica of her twin sister, Kirin, though most would not be able to tell any similarities between the dirt-covered tomboy and this little princess.
Niara wears a long Gather dress that reaches to her ankles, fit for both a growing girl and a young lady. Though tailored in a simple style, the dress still indulges the girl with some bells and whistles, such as a scalloped white v-neck collar, with a thin indigo ribbon tied into a bow at the dip of the v. White cap sleeves probably have been inflated or stuffed with something to maintain their current puffiness status, and white gloves a little longer than elbow length keep Niara from soiling her dainty hands. A lilac bodice dips into a low princess waist, where a skirt flares out in a shower of snowy linen. While dark purple embroidery traces petalled flowers on the dress' bodice, the skirt remains unadorned, except for a pair of sashes that fall down the skirt's front from the dress' waistline. And, of course, Niara is wearing shoes. Not little buckled shiny girly shoes, but the proper kind, satin, pointy-toed dancing slippers. Perched on Niara's shoulder is Tygre.
A chain of interlocking silver and gold links clings loosely about Niara's neck, the inscription on the small medalion much too small to read with the naked eye.
Niara's hair is pulled back from her face, gathered and held by a simple ribbon.
She is awake and looks alert.
Carrying:
Niara's Satchel Tygre
Gold Chain Niara's Book
Niara is 10 Turns, 11 months, and 22 days old.

Brellan
He is sturdy and dark, his head crowned with a short crop of thick straw hair above his wide face, with dark green eyes and a broad nose, hanging pendulous over his broad toothy grin, and wide jaw. Thick neck muscles rest on his wide shoulders and strong muscles bulge his clothing on arm and chest. Strong hands with thick fingers show calouses and broken nails. A thin waist just above solid hips turn into long thick legs, and end in large feet.
He wears a thick crom coal woven jacket with toggle closure over a slate gray shirt, with long sleeves and cuffs trimmed in black and embroidered with silvered threads in a pattern of intersecting curves. His trous are close cut, black and have cuffs, while his belt is wide and buckled with a hasp of black wood. His feet are shod in long black boots with an cast buckle at the top. Perched on Brellan's shoulder is Nimbule. Perched on Brellan's shoulder is Gandy. Perched on Brellan's shoulder is Perfecto.
He wears a triple corded braid of yellow, white and peridot in a loop having a single center tassle with a red strand running through it, showing him to be a the Keroon BeastHold Manager.
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for a minute.
Brellan is 26 Turns, 8 months, and 4 days old.

Pemeron
A short, stocky and well built young man with a narrow waist, short legs, and muscles hiding within a solid layer of pudge. Faded purple splotches appear along his arms and become darker on his hands and fingers. Dark brown hair covers his head above faded green eyes, his most noticeable feature. His pale skin becomes somehwat red around his cheeks and ample nose, and thin lips have a normal redness above his round chin. The start of faded purple spolches appear on his thick neck, which holds his round face on his shoulders. His barrel chest makes him seem larger than he is, while his muscular arms end in large hands with short stubby fingers.
Soft cream wool has been worked in a wide cable stitch along front and back of this thick, long sleaved sweater, with the dark jade of his colar and sleeve cuff poking out while the lower end of his tunic hangs down, cinched at the waist by a dark brown rope. Deep klah trous are creased at front and back with patches at the knees and a threadbare backside, carefully hidden by the tunic, while the cuffs are tucked into a pair of mid-calf, worn black boots, with lacing up the front tied in a short knot. Perched on Pemeron's shoulder is Impremo. Perched on Pemeron's shoulder is Wicca. 
He is awake, but has been staring off into space for 7 minutes.
Pemeron is 23 Turns, 4 months, and 27 days old.

You notice Maverin looking at you.
You notice Japool looking at you.

Niara ponders Maverin's words, nodding thoughtfully. "Well...Then I guess you are old 'nuff ta marry Mummsies' Aunt." She stops ta consider something else before leaning forward to whisper confidentially, "'n I don't think she's too old ta get married either." A smart little bob of her head, and Niara has made up her mind to disagree with her Mummsie on this score before being drug away to the gardens.

Maverin chuckles and gestures for O'reve to get his sorry flirtatious hide up to the front with the groom. A nod is given to the Harper as both greetings and appreciation. Ooo.. wha'sat purty thing...

Liesana offers a sharp "Shhh!" to her fosterling, before taking a basket of flower petals from a waiting drudge, and pressing it on her, whishperin instructions as she points her towards the aiselway. That done, she leans up to give her aunt a quick peck on the cheek. "Maverin's a lucky man, aunt," she murmurs, before taking her place and her bouquet.

Kurt left Kurrin in the care of Aerrin back home, so he's not plagued by the worry of how the nannies are taking care of him. With that burden gone, the Harper takes a light step toward the front of the group, approaching Maverin. "Are we ready to begin?"

Rilna appears at the garden gate, looking resplendant and most un-Rilna-like in a very traditional gown, and with her hair left loose to hang down to her hips. She returns the peck from Liesana, gives a little wave to Niara, and then ignores them completely in favour of feasting her eyes on her fiancee.

Lian and Lyserre have settled on a bench near the front, stiffly ignoring the other attendees of the wedding, and in particular the faction from Crom Hold. It's all /their/ fault Rilna ended up all wrong, you know.

As Maverin stares down the aisle at his soon-to-be wife all decked out in her gorgeous gown, he manages a very absent-minded nod to Kurt, struggling to keep his jaw from popping open. Cough. Fidget. Cough. Right. When is this thing over again?

Niara steps forward hesitantly, looking around quickly before thrusting her hand into the basket she carries and pulling out a handful of petals. Dropping them delicately on the ground, she begins the procession down the aisle. Handful by handful, Niara makes her way to the front, at which point she quickly scoots to the side.

O'reve smirks and nudges his friend in the side before his wild emerald eyes are drawn to Rilna. Aforementioned eyes would bug out if O'reve were the type of man who was easily alarmed by a beautiful woman. Instead he leans closer to Maverin and mutters, "Whoa, you certainly trained Rilna well; you managed to get her into a dress. Didn't she swear off those when we were younger?" Grin.

Pernese Handfastings are traditionally quite short, so Maverin's suffering ought to be over soon. Kurt approaches his spot and lifts his hands to gather the attention of the group. He's not a large man, but as he speaks out in his mild tenor voice, he has a sense of presence. "If everyone would gather around, please..."

Liesana moves out after Niara, a bouquet of late blossoms resting in the crook of her arm as she moves forward with a rustle of cloth and a look of amusement at the expression on Maverin's face. A few paces ahead of her aunt, she moves into her position opposite O'reve, and half turns to watch Rilna arrive, murmuring sidelong that "I /think/ she's actually wearing by /choice/...?" Wonder of wonders.

You notice Pemeron looking at you.

Pemeron takes a good look at Maverin and his intended and has a very approving look on his face. He turns to Brellan and softly says, "At least they are dressed for the occasion. Lovely outfit and dress."

You notice Niara looking at you.

Rilna gives her mate a wink as she arrives at the end of the little procession, the short train of her gown stirring up the flower petals under her as she strides, giving little nods to the crowd, and finally drawing up beside Maverin, reaching out a hand to clasp at his and regarding Kurt, although her murmur is for Maverin when she notes that "I'm beginning to wish we'd eloped... how about you...?"

Brellan nods in silence and shushes Pemeron, wanting to hear the ceremony from the back of the crowd. He runs his hand over his short crop of hair and watches.

Maverin gives her hand a reassuring squeeze and turns to Kurt, smiling in amusement at his petite mate now close at his side. "I hear you... Eloping sounded like a good idea ..." Mumble mutter. He awaits Kurt's further instructions as the congregation of guests carry out his first.

Daniri walks in from the Herb Garden.
Daniri releases Deskol, who flaps around a moment before settling onto the nearest inanimate perch.

Kurt folds his hands in front of him and waits for the group to calm down and oogle over the bride and groom. Taking a deep breath he begins. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered to witness the joining of these two in a traditional Pernese handfasting. Would the bride and the groom please approach and face me?"

Daniri quickly slides into a seat near Japool, the only person she knows here, and watches quietly.

"/Now/ we're getting somewhere..." murmurs Rilna to Maverin, most likely only overhearable by the 'fasting party. She squeezes his hand again, and moves a step closer to Kurt, outpacing the bridesmaid and the best man."

Maverin chuckles softly under his breath and accompanies his bride towards the Harper. "We could've done this sooner had you not been bubbled with Illianne for nine months," is muttered quietly to Rilna. They're such brats at their own 'fasting. Yeesh.

O'reve slides in near Maverin but a few paces back. "You two, settle down up there or I'll sick that grumpy ol' stick-of-a-sister in law of yours on you both after the ceremony..." he smirks.

Kurt smiles faintly and lifts a hand. "Would both of you please state your names and rank for the records?"

Liesana covers her mouth with her hand, overhearing this interchange between the soon to be newlyweds. "Ohhh c'mon, O'reve... they're perfect for each other." she stage-whispers to him, before shutting up with alacrity.

Rilna ignores the comments from the peanut gallery and gives Kurt a lift of her chin. "Rilna."

Pemeron smiles as things get started. If you looked close enough, you might notice the slight bubbling of a teary set of eyes forming on his face. He softly says to Brellan "Nice folks those two, good to see them together after all that's been going on."

Niara contents herself with seeing how many times she can cross her eyes before she gets dizzy as she idly swings the flower basket back and forth behind her.

"Keroon Beasthold Manager," Maverin finishes for his beautiful bride, obviously proud of his little lady's rank. "And Maverin, Stable Master." Oh, they're not both completely nuts for Runnerbeasts. Nope. Not at all.

Rilna *coughs. /Assistant/ Beasthold Manager. My boss is watching. :P
Maverin *falls over.

Japool leans back in his seat, wishing and waiting for the day he, too, can stand in their place.

OOC: Brellan says "The boss is watching, and - such titles can be arranged... ;)"
Sorrel blinks in from ::between::!
OOC: Rilna fears. :P

Kurt nods. "Good. Then Marverin, do you pledge to take Rilna as your wife, to honor, cherish and to protect her and love her always?"

Maverin turns to Rilna briefly, smiling like the big ol' softy he is when it comes down to his lovely lady. "Forever and always, I do." Cue the sobbing woman in the back. Yay for emotional people. Cough. Right. Romance. Ahem.

Turning to Rilna he asks the same question. "And do you, Rilna, pledge to take Maverin as your husband, to honor, cherish, and love always as long as you both still live?"

Lian and Lyserre are hardly emotional, but Lyserre is wearing a rather self-satisfied smirk. "They can't back out now..." mutters Lian triumphantly. Okay, so /technically/ they can. He returns to staring intently at his black sheep of a sister and her dubious choice in mates.

Brellan does his best to shush Pemeron but - aparently them man is not only a bit slow on the uptake, but he is also a gusher. "Shhh." is all the sound he makes, quite enjoying the ceremony, and the clear, handsome voice of the harper.

Rilna smiles and gives a firm nod, and an equally firm reply of "I do. For now and for always." This one's not getting away from her.

Kurt nods "Then Maverin, please give Rilna the golden mark and in your own words ask her to be your wife."

Arora , with the grace and lithness of a feline, saunters in from the Herb Garden.

Liesana sighs slightly, just as relieved as Lian and Lyserre to see Rilna all-but-settled, but for much more... positive reasons. She shifts slightly, and returns to watching her aunt and Maverin, casting the odd wary glance towards Niara. /Please/ be good...

Arora quietly sneaks into the garden, fixing her skirts as she does.. Ahem, pay no mind to her.. Just had a few male drudges she had to.. ah.. check up on. A wink to the lady and man of the hour, and the Headwoman takes her place to the left side of the congregation. 

Niara stops her eye-crossing long enough to blink back innocently at her Mummsie. Why the odd look? She's /always/ good. *Ahem*.

Maverin suddenly goes blank before getting the golden mark pushed into his palm by O'reve. Phew! His lifesaver. Cough. He turns to Rilna and holds the mark out in the palm of his hand, her hand still held in his other. Like she's getting out of this now. "Rilna, there has never been a woman who has had the ability to captivate my attention like you do," he begins, "with your affection and the mere feeling that swells up in my heart that during the day I will be able to see your beautiful face and hear your voice-" Pause. His eyes glisten as a way of hinting to his bride that although he just rambled off all that gushy stuff, his last comment had the mental note of 'even if it might be when you're barking the ear off some poor stablehand who's skipping chores..'. "I never thought I'd be the one standing here 'fasting our old Crom Heartbreaking Beauty. Please, love, take this mark as a symbol of my undying love for you and our beautiful baby girl, Illianne."

Japool awws at the happy, sappy couple up there.

Rilna's eyes dance an emerald jig at Maverin's unheard comment, a quirk to her lips and an arched eyebrow relaying a silent repartee of 'You do your share of barking too, love.'

Kurt lifts a brow, then clears his throat and turns to Rilna. "And Rilna, if his words are...pleasing to you," ahem "please voice your acceptance of his pledge and in your own words ask him to be your husband."

Niara has connected.
Niara wakes up, rubbing her eyes and looking around sleepily.

Pemeron bubbles up tears softly, wiping at his eyes for the sheer beauty of Maverin's pledge. "Tha's so sweet." he murmurs to Brellan, wiping at his eyes again.

Rilna refocuses on the ceremony at hand at Kurt's words. Oh. Right. Yes, there are other people here besides herself and her man. She places her hand over that of Maverin's, covering the mark with her palm. "I am not an easy woman to live with." she begins, with a slight smile to the crowd of Keroonites. "I am stubborn, independant and completely intractable. And yet... you put up with me. More than that... you've always been there for me. You've been a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, and occasionally a whetstone for whatever sharp comments I might come up with. You make me laugh, you make me want to tear out my hair with frustration, you inspire me to be the best that I can. And you are the father of my child. I can't think of a single other person that I would want to share the rest of my life with. I love you with all my heart, Maverin, and I will be your wife." She stops, and then stage whispers that "You're stuck with me now..."

Brellan rolls his eyes at Pemeron but nods as he notes the handing over of the mark, truly the mark of acceptance and pledge of fidelity in his mind. He seems quite pleased with Rilna's pledge, but raises her brow at her last comment, stifling a chuckle.

Daniri sniffles quietly at the pledges of the happy couple. So sweet, so touching...so brutally honest...

Arora tries hard not to sniff, but she does it anyway. Oy, these things are so sappy! And just for clarification, that sniff was /not/ a teary-eyed one. It was one of.. ah.. disdain. Yeah, that's it. Pfft, like she'd get emotional over /marriage/ vows! Yeah right!

Lian arches an eyebrow, and leans tubbily over towards his wife. "How come she'd never admit that to /us/?" he grouses. Lyserre digs him in well-padded ribs. "Shhh!" "Yes dear..."

Japool sniffles and wipes his eyes. Look at this, a /stoic/ getting teary over marriage vows!

Sorrel goes home.

Maverin winks and smirks at Rilna. "I don't mind it so much," he murmurs back, squeezing her hand softly, "This just means you get stuck with me and Illia voting towards more brats." Pbbt. So there.

Kurt grins and lifts his hands "Then I, Master Kurt of the Harpercraft take great pleasure in pronouncing the both of you Handfasted. You may kiss the bride." now it's party time!

Daniri can't help but smile. Finally! Food!

Liesana smiles proudly at her aunt, and smiles, resisting the temptation to burst into a fit of sniffling. Hey, she's getting better at this. She arches an eyebrow at the exchage between the pair, and leans towards O'reve to muse that "Frankly, I was surprised she had the one." The annoucement of the kiss causes her to back away hurriedly, in case the greenrider should get any ideas.

Rilna promptly ignores the crowd as soon as the announcement is made, melting up against Maverin in a sound clinch. And the guests may whistle as they like.

Niara takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. One hand reaches up to swat at some annoyance in the general vicinity of her ear. "Is it over now?" she whispers loudly to her Mummsie. "Are they gonna do that long?" she asks as she eyes the now clinching couple.

Maverin cranes his neck down to take his kiss, arms folded about his wife. Now, what'll Lyserre and Lian say about this big ol' public display or major attention?

Headwoman whistles, alright, being one of the first of many to advance through the crowd, pushing her way towards the newly handfasted couple. "Rilna! Mav. My two old fools... Congratulations. Shows that even us elders can be clouded by the haze of love..." Arora shakes her head, smiling to show she teases. "Now, if you ever see me hanging that noose around my neck, feel free to string it up from a tree and hang me with it, ay?" 

Japool slips quietly over to the buffet table to ready the feast and uncover all the great foods waiting to be eaten.

Lian and Lyserre? They're separate at last, the portly Herder already making his way towards the buffet as Lyserre stands with arms crossed over her bony chest, looking rather shrewishly pleased with events. "Took you two long enough!" she notes sharply, before traking down her husband. "Lian! Remember what the Healers said about watching your weight! And that ulcer..."

Daniri stands and stretches, even though she's been sitting for not even a half hour. She eyes the newlyweds for a few seconds until she can't stand to watch anymore, and pushes her way over to the buffet table. There's obviously only one thing on /her/ mind. She pauses a few feet away to leave room for the couple and other adults.

Liesana laughs, and glances down at her fosterling. "Yes, the boring part is over, Nia," she assures. "And... just let them kiss. It's the highlight if the ceremony after all." And with that, she strolls over to retrieve her gitar, and hopefully dodge dancing with O'reve.

Pemeron finishes his blubbering and takes out a large linen handkerchief, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose, a bit loudly. He then shoves it back in his pocket and says "Lovely. Just lovely." to Brellan, turning back toward the outer gardens, perhaps heading to the dining hall to see what foods have been prepared.

Japool stops behind the table that is in the garden, uncovering the various trays of food and garnishment.

Kurt sighs and goes to change, coming back in a more comfortable tunic. Joining the music, he begins to dance a spritely reel, light as a feather on his feet, his twirling and stepping as complex as the music.

O'reve simply smirks at his old friends' brief make-out scene. Hard emerald whirls lap over the guests once more, falling upon Arora as she closes in. Ooo. Brilliantly blonde hair is run through by practiced hands, rough from Turns of dragonriding. "I don't believe we've met," comes his casual greetings to the Headwoman, "I'm O'reve, rider of green Phynrizth..." Faranth, isn't this woman a walking felony? Twinkle-wink!

Rilna finally detaches from Maverin, for air undoubtedly. Arora gets a dry grin. "Ohh... come now. It's not all /that/ bad an event. Right, love?" Glance up at Maverin. Awww, how cute... Or nauseating. And then she raises her voice to see that the party is directed properly. "Dancing now, and there's a buffet over on that table there, courtesy of the Cooks."

OOC: Arora oh my god's... I think I've died and gone to ... hell.. Mrrreowr. Hello O'reve, baby!
OOC: Rilna rolls!
OOC: Maverin just grins.

Manning walks in from the Herb Garden.

Niara * thinks she shouldn't be anywhere around right now...
Liesana *twinkles. /You/, developing an innocent streak?
OOC: Pemeron says "Don't ya just hate it when you finally meet someone, and... "

Japool nods at the comment from Rilna, as he uncovers the last tray and opens the buffet.

Daniri hops impatiently, muttering under her breath, "If you guys are going to eat, get it /now/ for Faranth's sake..." She glances longingly at the table, but doesn't dare go for food before her 'elders.'

Arora grins first to Rilna. "Oh no, of course it's not that bad.. I mean, there's food, right? That and the music makes the ceremony easy to bare." Grin. At O'deve's introduction, she gives the newly married woman a wink. "And the company's not that bad either.." With a flourish, she then turns and offers a slender hand to the rider. "Pleasure, I'm sure," she replies, eyeing the man up and down. Mmm, muscles in /all/ the right places... Though, ugh, lookit that hair! "The name's Arora, Headwoman of this hole.. er.. hold." Yes, she has /some/ allesion to Keroon - honest!

Liesana glances up from her gitar playing, fingers still working merry magic over the strings, and coaxing an old Keroon reel from the instrument. A grin for Daniri, she being close enough to hear the comments. "Just go on ahead and raid the trays, kid." she advises. "They'll be standing around for ages."

Manning scoots into the rose garden and through the crowd. He grins widely at Rilna and Maverin, looking happy with the newly married couple. He gazes around at the food with wide eyes - yum! 

Maverin chuckles softly and nods, "It's not /so/ bad, although we have yet to see if I survive." Grin. Wince. "Excuse me, ladies, O'reve-- I'm beginning to feel you belong under an entirely different gender-- I'm going to check up on my daughter. Rilz, get something in that stomach of yours and get that guitar away from your niece, would you? Faranth, I told her she's not to play." Grin. With a tip of his head, he's off, unbuttoning his jacket's buttons. Phew. Freedom.

Niara loops the basket handle over one arm and wiggles her way through the crowd, /trying/ to reach the tables herself. A quick detour to drop her accoutrements at Liesana's feet and she's in line right behind Daniri and reaching round the hesitating girl to whatever she can get her hands on. 

With a grateful grin shot towards the Harper, Daniri turns and runs - er, walks - to the table and eyes the dishes. She looks up at Japool and grins. "How's your head?" she asks as she tries to decide what to eat first.

Rilna grins at her new husband as he flees. "Just be sure to come back out and be sociable." she notes. "Otherwise I'll have to do something drastic... Like come and find you /personally/." And then the couple will probably not be seen for the rest of the evening. *winkwinknudgenudge*

Niara *don't give him an excuse... :)

Japool looks up a little worried, thinking he is going to see a stamped of people. But he is even more afraid when all he sees is Daniri, knowing she starved herself today to be able to eat as much as she could "A lot better, thankyou."

Pemeron walks to the Main Gardens.

Liesana continues to strum her gitar, giving Maverin an impish look as he flees. "I'd like to see her try and stop me, /Uncle/ Maverin." she calls. "Besides... this is my 'fasting present, being too cheap to get something tangible. Keroonish parsimony, you know."

Maverin gently takes the Headwoman's hand in his and bows slightly. "The pleasure is completely mine," he replies. Purrrrrr. Ohh those smooth shoulders and hard abs, those brilliant eyes and lusty lips. What's wrong with the hair?! The hair is /sexy/... although it could use a bit of a dye job. O'reve himself makes his own judgement of Arora. Hot as a summer afternoon in the desert... a little too tall but pickers can't be choosers... or something like that. "I couldn't help but see you're all alone here, and I can hardly comprehend how such a beautiful woman could end up at a celebration alone."

Maverin *dies!! Ok hold on. That would be O'reve /not/ Mavz! *dies*
Rilna *pokes. I should /hope/ so... Or runnerbeasts wouldn't be the only thing gelded around here. 
Maverin *recovers from the laughing fit.

Manning grins, thoroughly enjoying himself. He looks about ready to grab a handful of food himself, but firmly turns his gaze away from the munchies. He spots a familiar face among the crowd - Liesana - and recognizs her as his fostermom's niece. Giving a wave, he heads over. "'ello!"

Arora * um's.. I think, maybe, I should be going now? *laugh*
OOC A cry comes from the other end of the crowd. Rora! The homewrecker! And on the day of the handfasting, no less!

Daniri looks over the food carefully, eyes twinkling. Cake..yum...but that must come later. Bread, wherry, and maybe some veggies, right now. Since the wherry and bread has to be cut, she takes a plate and piles various veggies onto it. Maybe not her /favorite/ food, but she ought to eat something healthy really. Sigh. Cringe.

Niara has no such delusions. She helps herself to a piece of everything sweet, and picks at the things not.

Liesana glances up at the greeting, and gives a grin, tossing her head to indicate the seat beside her. "Hey there, Manning. So she actually went through with it, eh? Never thought I'd see the day. How about you?"

Arora laughs at the rider's naive assumption. "Oh, I'm never alone, let me assure you.." A nod to a passing guest, a smile to a nearby drudge. Nope, the Headwoman's never alone... Right now she's just, hunter rather than prey. Then again, is she not in someone's sights at the moment? Hmmm, very strange. Though he /will/ have to try harder than that. "But as for the beautiful part," and here she tosses her hair in one fluid movement, sending the locks cascading over one slender shoulder, "You've got that right." Wink.

Brellan considers the fare and decides to forgo for the time being. He glances out of the garden to see the crowds backing up into the main garden and off toward the inner courtyard. "Well, I'd say it's been a good day all in all." he moves toward the 'fasted and waits his turn to greet them each, well-wishing.

Daniri turns to watch the crowd as she crunches her vegetables. Ug. Oh, well. She glances back at Japool and pointedly stares at the meat and bread for a bit. "Are you, uh, planning to cut those?"

Manning sits down beside his fostercousin and chuckles. "Nope! I can't believe it. They really do suit each other though, don't they?" He grins, thinking to himself that things will be /ve-eery/ interestng around here!

Japool smiles as he taps them with a knife. They fall into slices without him really doing anything.

Rilna is standing about, playing the gracious hostess as well as someone who was Raised Wrong can, smiles and nods abounding as she privately calculates the odds of making a break for it with her husband and her baby daughter. Manning and Liesana can fend for themselves. A smile for Brellan. "Aye, that it has." she smiles. "Thank you for making it to the ceremony," she says. "Weren't expecting /too/ many of the beasthold folks to make it, since the critters have no sense for a party."

Niara has disconnected.
Niara falls asleep.

Daniri blinks. Well, they certainly were held together well. She helps herself to a couple slices of bread and a few strips of wherry, getting a couple extra scraps for Deskol. She wanders over to a more isolated area of the garden to eat in peace.

Liesana cracks another grin, her reel switching chords and tempos, and transforming into a stately waltz. Much easier to talk over. "Rather well, I'd say... So exactly how many of their terms of endearment involve runnerbeasts?" she inquires curiously.

Daniri calls to Deskol, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Buffet Table
A simple wooden table set up with a lovely, crisp, white table cloth with silver threads running through it becoming more dense at the borders. The table is filled with expertly prepared food from end to end.
On the table are Veggie Tray, Asparagus and cheese dish, Cake, Runner Bread, Wherry Dish, Istan Olive and Onion Salad, and Pickles 'n bread 'n cream cheese flower plate.

Japool releases Mutie, who launches into the air.

Mutie glides to the Herb Garden.

Watching Rilna play hostess, Manning chortles. Well, he can't /help/ it! Grinning at Liesana, he laughs shaking his head. "Certainly the majority, I think. What would the two do without runnerbeasts, I wonder?" With both of them as crazy about runners as they are, this couple should get along just fine, he's willing to ebet.

Mutie glides in from the Herb Garden.
Japool calls to Mutie, who flies over and lands on his shoulder.

Arora waves a hand to hold back the rider's reply, as she spies someone else she knows across the way. "I'm sorry, but I'll have to catch up to you later... It was nice meeting you, O'rese, or.. whatever your name was.." She's not rude, she's just distracted by a face in the crowd. A wave, and then the Headwoman's off yet again, picking up a glass of the bubbly on her way past the buffet table.

Brellan leans over and places a little peck on Rilna's cheek. "Beautiful ceremony. You had poor Pemeron in tears there for a bit. I think you two have done well, and will continue to be a great benefit to the beasthold. Congratulations." then he moves off and looks for Maverin.

Japool looks around to see if anyone else really needs him at the table, then gets himself a plateful of food and goes looking for a seat to eat at

Rilna smiles as Brellan moves off. "Thanks, Brellan. Means a lot hearing that." she calls, before turning a curious glance on Arora as she moves off, and giving O'reve a smart-alec grin. "Looks like you're slipping, kiddo." she beams at him.

Maverin strolls back in, the young Illianne with her eyes all bright 'n wide yet rimmed with signs of her recent nap nestled neatly in her father's arms. "Guess who's decided to join the party for a short while," he calls out, automatically bombarded by a group of swooning guests. "Rilna, don't fret, she's been fed and everything. I made sure to do that before I brought her."

Liesana shrugs, a gesture constrained by the fact that she's still locked in combat with the waltz. "To tell you the truth, I'm not quite sure... All of us on her branch of the family have grown up immersed in runnerbeasts and their ways."

Manning grins, giving a nod to Liesana. "I don't think anyone who dislikes runners could survive in this family. It does seem like everyone here has a love for the beasts." He turns his gaze with a grin, spotting Maverin's entrance with the adorable Illianne. He's sure there'll be quite a bit of cooing and baby talk now. It's irresistable!

O'reve winks at Rilna and reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. "If it's one thing you need to know about me, my lovely Rilna, is women are never a problem nor something I plan on fussing over. Faranth, with my five spawn I've got enough women in my life," he chuckles, "No need to drag another poor damsel into that mess."

Liesana glances up, following Manning's glance. "So /that's/ the little one, eh? Just a moment, I have to go act like a female." By this dry comment, she means she's going to go coo, apparently. 

Maverin waggles a finger at O'reve, scooping up a glass of Benden Red-- the only sort O'reve will drink according to the greenrider -- chuckling as he makes his way to his wife and best man. "Now now, no need to fill her mind with those disturbing stories of your little group of mates, Revy!" He holds out the wine to his friend. "O'reve, meet my daughter, Illianne." And her completely beaming father.

Rilna sticks her tongue out at O'reve. Most ladylike and mature of her, hmm? "I bet." she replies, although with a fond note to the teasing of her old friend. And then Maverin arrives with Illianne in tow, and Rilna insists on cooing at little girl of not-quite-one. "Fret, love? not at all, but let's see her. Hello there, Illi love... were you a good girl for Sharrasi and Ehkotiah?" Fussing attended to, she turns to let O'reve regard her offspring. "Pretty good nick of the bloodlines, eh?"

Manning chuckles at Liesana and nods. He passes by the buffet table, taking a small morsel of food. After a moment he heads on over towards the admiring crowd around little Illianne. Grinning, he wriggles his fingers in her direction. But, he resolves, he will /not/ coo. 'Least not in public.

Liesana chuckles, and risks getting closer to O'reve in favour of a better view of her newest cousin, squeezing in beside the greenrider with a murmur of "Benden /white/ is better..." Harper. Wine. Comes with the territory. "So this is Illianne." she pronders. "Good work, you two." Okay, so it's not exactly cooing. But she approves.

Daniri looks at the sun and sighs. She has to go, without any cake, even! Such an injustice. Well, maybe some'll be left over for dinner tomorrow. She finishes her food, giving some to the bronze on her shoulder, and puts away the plate, before walking home.

O'reve smiles down at the young Mav-Ril spawn. "She looks like a perfect mix of the two of you," he comments, sipping his wine, "which is less than what I can say for my last daughter. A complete replica of her blasted mother whom, might I add, has a bark nearly as bad as her bite." Grumble. Liesana is at first given a wink before-- gasp. He glares venomously at the Harper. "/White/?!" A smile etches into his lips, "My dear, /white/ is for those who can't handle alchohol."

Maverin rubs his wrist for lack of something in his hands (alchohol perhaps?). "O'reve, let my /niece/ get away in liking white." He much prefers it too and gives Liesana a wink revealing such to her. His rich, heavy voice calls over the crowd. "Alright, I believe we should cut the cake soon. All those in favour, ... well, just head to the cake!"

Brellan nods politely and moves toward Rilna "I take it you and Maverin will be going away for a short while? I have made arrangements to ensure that everything runs smoothly in your absence, so - no worries, alright?"

Hah. Liesana has had to deal with Ista's Lord Warder on a regular basis. Charming males with strong opinions on beverages are nothing new. She smiles sweetly, and happily dives into the fray. "Hardly, my dear greenrider... White is for those who /apreciate/ alchohol," Cake perks her attention, and she moves away towards it, blowing him an impish kiss.

Kurt goes home.

Manning hides an outburst of laughter as he overhears the 'rider. Turning as he hears Maverin's proposal, he nods in agreement and without hesitation, heads towards the cake. Yum!

Japool gets up and goes over to the table, hoping to see how well they take apart the masterful creation.

Rilna gives Brellan a smile. "Thank you kindly for that, Brellan. I didn't want to leave you in a lurch by hauling both me and your stable master away..." She then hands Illianne over to her niece for safekeeping as she heads towards the cake, snuggling in under Maverin's arm as she heads over. "Cake... is an excellent idea, my love. Have to feed these people before they can think up any pranks to pull."

Maverin hugs Rilna close to him with one of his nicely worked arms, pressing his lips to her temple. "These people? /I/ was the one planning to pull a prank or two if I didn't get any of that cake in me soon." A smile to Brellan and a nod. "Thanks, Brellan. I really appreciate it. Finally we can get Rilna away from her work without having to get her pregnant first." Beam. He did that. mwaha! Cake time!

Manning perks up at the sound of 'pranks'. Tempting! But he'll behave - at least for a while, since it's cake time. His stomach growls as if on cue and he laughs softly.

Liesana idly jiggles Illianne, competantly if not exactly deftly, hovering protectively by the cake. Non-violence of Harpers or not, she's getting a piece! She murmurs to Manning that "I know where they keep the caprines... perhaps we should leave one in the room, hmm?" 

Rilna leans in against her mate, and ever-so-affectionately digs him in the ribs, murmuring something that sounds like "Green stuff!" before picking up the ornate knife and holding it so that Maverin, too can take a grip. "So... how should be plan our attack on this beast...?" she murmurs, surveying the large and beautiful dessert.

Cake
A towering three-tiered cake stands before you on an intricately carved silver platter. Inside, it is white and fluffy, made of only the best ingredients. Outside, the cake is covered in the smoothest white icing. Pink icing flowers with tiny green leaves adorn the borders of each layer becoming more numerous at the top where two small silver bells are placed. Beside the cake is found a long, silver knife with a pink robbon and beautiful silver cake server.

Maverin rolls his eyes. "Green stuff won't be /able/ to keep you away from having another child," he mutters quietly back. A grin is given to O'reve. Ahem. He's innocent. "How about we cut a square out of the middle!" Yay! Disemboweling the cake!

Japool cringes as they talk about how to destroy the beautiful cake.

Manning grins impishly, nodding to Liesana. "Alright! Sounds good to me." Mwahaha, caprine-invested rooms! Hm... He shifts position, waiting as the cake-cutting is discussed.

Sharrasi hugs Rilna! Rilna returns Sharrasi's hug with such force that Sharrasi is left gasping.

"Oh C'mon, stop analysing and cut into the thing." urges Liesana with a grin. "You're Beastholders, not Healers plotting surgery!" The Harper's tone is light and teasing, but with decidedly hungry undertones. And she gives Manning an affirmative nod.

Japool slips out quietly, as he will come back early to clean the place up in the morning.
Japool goes home.

Liesana releases Angelique, who launches into the air.
Liesana hands A pair of Caprines Standing By The Hearth to Angelique.
Angelique flits into cold nothingness
Angelique pops out of *between* with a chirp and a song.

Liesana *idly whistles. There. Prank is in place. 0:)
Liesana calls to Angelique, who flies over and lands on her shoulder.

Prometheus> A pair of Caprines Standing By The Hearth
Prometheus> MMMmmmaaaaa!! A pair of caprines stare back at you, bulging eyes and flopping ears disturbingly out of place in the middle of an apartment. One is white, the other spotted, and both seem rather nonplussed with being stuck in the room, the spotted one nibbling at the rug, and the white chewing on an armchair.

Manning *woohoo's!

Maverin slices the cake and lets out a cheer, running his finger in the side of the cake and moving to smeer it across Rilna's cheek. "Here's to along a happy life, love." Grin.

Rilna keeps her hand atop Maverin's as the cut is made, her free hand snagging a piece and popping it in his mouth as he finishes speaking. "Hear hear, love. Hear Hear." Their duty done, and the cake ready to be set upon by ravenour hordes, she whispers something to Maverin for his ears alone, and raises a questionable eyebrow.

Maverin nearly chokes on the cake as she whispers to him before snaking his arm around her shoulders and shifting to swing her up into his arms. "Right, now I've got a ride to catch. See you all after the honeymoon!" Cheers from the crowd follow. "Liesana, mind bringing Illia to the Nannies? Thy'll be taking care of her." Beam.

Liesana chuckles. "Sure, Maverin. No problem. I'd better retrieve Niara from them in any case. Have fun, you two, congratulaions, and don't forget the green stuff!" Liesana's views on large hordes of children obviously influenced by her aunt. "Oh... and be sure to stop by your room before you head out..." she offers mysteriously.

Manning grins at Liesana before putting on his innocent look and waving to the couple. "Have fun!" he calls with a smile and then turns to look at the cake.

OOC: Brellan says "Congratulations"
OOC: Maverin smooches all... 'cept the guys. Well, O'reve gets a smooch!
OOC: Brellan says "I will leave the paperwork you miss on your desk, Rilna ;)"
OOC: Rilna whines. What, you won't do it for me and call it a 'fasting present? :P

Maverin has disconnected.