Rydag smiled as the compliments to his home and that of his people, it was nice to get praise for their work. He did not do it all himself, that was for sure, it took the combined efforts of everyone for them to make it each year. Still there was an air of pride when one such as herself complimented their home, in a sense it confirmed to him that it was as it should be. At her smile and giggle about dancing he grinned, relaxing a bit in her company as he looked into her eyes.<br/><br/>â€œWhat better way to honor the mother then when two beings move together in perfect unison and harmony?â€ he asked her, his question and tone holding a bit of a double meaning as he slowly took a drink from his cup though his eyes never left her own.<br/><br/>-<br/>Cris watched Rydag and Amelia from the side lines, he was amongst the musicians, the only one with a real 'proper' instrument. Then again he had been lucky enough to get dropped here with his favorite guitar, who was he kidding it was his only guitar but still that did make it his favorite one. â€œSuch the charmer that one can be it seemsâ€ he mused to himself as his fingers began to dance across the strings in an upbeat tune that got several others clapping their hands and dance with one another. A beautiful ebony haired and caramel skinned woman was giving Cris the â€œeyeâ€ with only made him smile more as he tipped his hat to her. Southern charm had its benefits and he was sure to try and demonstrate some of it later if that lady was going to be kind enough to let him.