<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3740672#msg3740672">Quote from: Drift on 08-10-2010, 01:28:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She laughed with him at his description of his life.  "You know, if you were married, like a sensible man you could avoid all manner of strenuous conditions."  It sounded like something one of her cousins would say.  Then after a tick she realized she needed to clarify.  "And that was not a proposal.  Though, if you had need of a wife I suppose I could suggest a few."  She paused for a moment counting fingers.  "Most of them are fairly good wives.  They have at least one husband already so there wouldn't get lonely if you needed to go traveling again."  She grinned, knowing quite well that she knew little of how people did marriages where he was from and while his wives might not get jealous, she probably would, eventually especially if she wasn't one of them.<br/><br/>"You should think about it.  I think if you were to get married I would have to bake something."  Her cooking was a pale shadow compared with her mother's and would probably succeed only in making the guests ill for what could have been. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"You sure it wasn't a proposal?"<br/>He sighs, feigning disappointment.<br/>" Ah well, I might consider some of your ideas, if they are half as nice as you! Just not now. I'm feeling rejected now and will need the time to recover..."<br/>He looks almost sincere pouting. Almost. And he keeps such a face for almost 15 seconds.<br/><br/>Then something happened which stopped the conversation dead in its tracks...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3739566#msg3739566">Quote from: MadPanda on 07-10-2010, 22:17:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I have seen mirrors," she said firmly.  "But for now...I have never seen a Sarista wedding before.  Could you enlighten me as to the particulars?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He nodded, dragging her outside of the dancing field so she could hear better. The music was less of a problem here.<br/>"See, that's a big formal occasion - but we Sarista are not big on formalities... well, not when we want to have fun, anyway! So, most of the formalities have already been taken care of. Tonight, the newlywed will tie the knot, and exchange gifts. That's it! After that, we'll dance, joke, dance some more, sing - keep your ears plugged when it's my turn - and of course, dance, until everyone is so tired they have to go to their beds. They often do that together; everybody that doesn't find a bed, would have to sleep in the central tent. It's not really comfortable, but foreigners and the ones that don't find a bed in the camp have to use it."<br/>He takes a deep breath and adds thinking.<br/>"Now, it's not formal, but what really matters is what happens during the ceremony. It is often the most interesting part to follow. For example, it is a good omen if the newlyweds' husbands and wives exchange gifts, too - meaning they like each other, and wouldn't obstruct the new husbands' family life. It is less of a good omen if they are simply present, and if they are not..."<br/>He sighs mockingly.<br/>"Let's just hope that they are simply indisposed this day, like, having eaten a meal my aunt prepared. Otherwise, you can expect lots of drama in the near future. Some people enjoy this, but myself, I hate drama!"<br/><br/>And then they were rudely interrupted, as were indeed all the festivities...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3739505#msg3739505">Quote from: Leorobin on 07-10-2010, 22:05:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Very well, it is a deal then. You have Kalaj at your service milady." Kalaj bowed slightly to show his respect. The deal was done and altohugh it was only a verdal one, to him it held validity enough to ask for proper payment of what they had agreed in. His sight wandered to one of the walls of the tent, hearing the sounds of the party outside. "What are your plans after this wedding are over, milady?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Why, she plans to find a bed, hairy one!", the whisp explains. "This is a rather chaotic affair among the Sarista, and doubly so after festivities, but she believes she'll likely deal with it... you just try not to be too visible!"<br/>Looking at her, you can imagine she will have little trouble finding a bed. Or five, if she wants to choose from.<br/><br/>And then something happens that attracts the attention of the whisp and the muse both...<br/><br/><strong>...EVERYBODY now</strong><br/>A scream was heard from the other end of the camp. Of course, that's not far, and the boy who is screaming is actually trying to be understood.<br/>"She's dead! No! She's dead, I tell you..."<br/>Someone is running towards the camp from the forest nearby, waving his hands and screaming on the top of his lungs. His tunic looks suspiciously dark in the light of the setting sun, unlike what is typical for the Sarista, but his voice shows their characteristic accent.