Brandt seemed to have a similar feeling to Esther, choosing to focus on the meal he was eating rather then of wedding speak. He looked down at the plate, a piece of lamb on a bed of vegetables with some kind of gravy drizzled over the top. It looked too formal to be Wralkar food. Eyes gazed over to the door as he wondered where his son was.<br/><br/>Eira was loving the conversation about weddings, even if it was Caldars and not one of her daughters (which would have been much more exciting). She smiled at Esther's mothers question, shaking her head. "Not as different as you may think. A white gown is still traditional here. Usually a fur cloak with a hood is worn over the top as opposed to a veil." She explained, taking the hand of Brandt as she reminisced over her own wedding. "Maybe you could use the one I wore, Esther. If you like it, of course." She smiled.<br/><br/>"Getting a bit hasty, aren't we?" A voice called from the doorway of the dining hall. It was Caldar, looking much more clean and formal then he had done moments ago. He moved to the only chair available, between his own father and Esthers and opposite his wife-to-be. He looked at her momentarily as he jabbed his fork into his piece of lamb.<br/><br/>Brandt seemed to relax a little. At least the Prince had dressed properly.