<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4045096#msg4045096">Quote from: MadPanda on 23-12-2010, 05:21:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Adjia, or at least her mask, nods to Aevala.<br/><br/>"Do enjoy yourself, yes?  I, alas, feel so out of place at weddings..."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Oh come on!", someone exclaims from behind her back, as Aevala is going away. "You're not telling me you wouldn't join us there, are you? I'll need a dancing partner, and I haven't promised the first dance yet!"<br/>It's the voice of the hunter from earlier in the evening, who haven't introduced himself yet.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4044860#msg4044860">Quote from: Petrosity on 23-12-2010, 03:41:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Well, I would like to attend the wedding,” Aevala sharply intervened after Elder spoke his mind and left. Aevala wasn’t exactly sure what else Adija was planning to do with the prisoner, but it seemed like the elders would permit any actions taken against the priest. After all,  it’s an eye-for-an-eye, and six were lost. It seemed like there were several Sarista that would not mind if such depraved actions were taken against the priest to revenge for their lost kin. Aevala wasn’t a big fan of such measures, but she did feel that a quick death was too gracious of a punishment for the murderer. <br/><br/>Aevala gave a bow to Adija and Salaris. “I will be back after the wedding, to help arrange what is needed for the prisoner,” she stated flatly, not wanting to go into any more detail than what was necessary. She headed off to prepare for the wedding, freshening up, and donning a cleaner set of clothing as she watched the vows exchange. The bride and groom looked amazing, and her heart fluttered with hopeful anticipation of her own marriage, whenever that may be. She watched as the dancing soon begun, and waited, hoping to dance, seeing if someone would whisk her away before she would retire to her duties. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Salaris simply shrugs.<br/>"I think I can make something for the prisoner myself after the ceremony", he offers, as she's going away. "Plenty of tree bark around here, and it wouldn't take long anyway. Something roughly shaped would work - but I'm not the the guy to..."<br/>She doesn't hear the rest of his sentence, hurrying to get ready.<br/>The good part was, it didn't take her long, and so she witnessed one of the bigger Sarista weddings she remembers. Obviously, this clan puts a lot of importance on this event, as Sarista matrimonial ceremonies happen quite a lot. Sometimes, they are even prompted by an unexpected pregnancy, and even a tri-bow can be used to hasten the events, and secure the consent of both parties.<br/><br/>At the start of the festivities, she finds herself, without realising it, in much the same situation that Kalaj is. Well, there are some minor differences.<br/>First, one of the Sarista that's gripping her elbows with the intention to spin her into dancing, is a male. The other is, quite obviously, a woman. The man is a few years older than her, while the woman is roughly her own age.<br/>Second, they are not scowling at each other. The smiles they exchange are more a sign of recognition, and they talk like they know each other.<br/>"But surely the lady would want to dance with a man, my dear?", the man exclaims.<br/>"You know nothing about some things, Castor", the woman replies confidently. "Some dances need a feminine touch!"<br/><br/><br/>Over near Kalaj, the exchange of words is not so tame. To a hunter's eye, the two look like big cats readying to fight, even in the motions of their heads.<br/>"You?", the dark-haired one exclaims.<br/>"You again?", the taller redhair looks surprised. "Are you<em>following</em>me?"