Viorica found life with her family more stressful than it ever had in the past.  In her travels without them she had only yearned to be back with them, but now she only feared for what might happen if her vengeful dead husband's brother turned up and decided to make trouble.  It was a constant watching, questioning fortune and looking for answers where they seemed always to fade into the distance ahead of her.<br/><br/>It had been a casual decision on her part to invite the Thaecian since he had proved to be a valuable ally when she had tried to find her way back 'home'.  She had felt that her meager skill at dancing was not enough repayment for his kindnesses.  It had been some years since their last meeting so she was pleased that he had been able to come.  His 'friends' however welcome they were to indulge in the celebration were a curiosity.  She did not expect them to be trouble for her since she was certain the Thaecian meant her no harm even though the wizard hunter had brought worry to her family.<br/><br/>And that was what had sent her back to her tent which was nestled on the edge of camp beside her cart and two Silvermanes Astha and Sunj.  She tended to burn thick smoke near her tent in a fire pit at its entrance to cook a variety of herbs in the way her grandmother taught her.  Sometimes her cousins and nieces would come and watch as she started in on a new 'recipe', but not today.<br/><br/>Lately she had been asking the gods about the safety of her family and the new couple that they were celebrating.  The answer seemed to point to them moving camp, and soon, but she could not seem to perceive whether it was safe to remain for the wedding or not.  She knew her father meant for them to be still at least another night.  Viorica was particularly anxious.  She wanted to be able to enjoy the party, but what if it was vain to trust in Fortuna for one night more when clearly the old gods foretold danger on the horizon.  Her cousin had been married three times before, so throwing yet another big celebration under such circumstances seemed a little bit foolhardy to her.<br/><br/>But it was their way to laugh at death, was it not?  She spread dried crushed Kindleberries around her fire to mask the scent of the various herbs she had used and to purge her sleeping area of some of the stranger odors they tended to make, then dusted off her hands and headed to where the merriment was taking place.  The berries had a nice smell to them, much like perfume so she did not mind having it on her.  She did not want to miss the wedding ritual after all.  It would have been rude for her to be absent from that only to take part in the celebration afterward and she did intend to dance with the other women especially if the Thaecian was intending to play.<br/><br/>Tossing back her long black hair, she wore her most colorful traditional attire.  It almost made her a little sad inside that her wedding had not been similarly celebrated.