Riselin smiled, then took Kenna's face in both her hands (which were warm and soft) and bestowed a kiss on her new intended, again with the teasing hint of tongue playing across Kenna's lips.<br/><br/>"Let us go look at least presentable, if not respectable," she smiled and rose, then held out a hand to the smaller woman. "Not that such an occasion is one in which to celebrate madly, but we shall have to discuss this at length after I am resettled."<br/><br/>The rest of that occasion passed in a blur, too many faces and names and expressions of sympathy for Riselin's loss, maybe a tenth of which were sincere. Kenna's presence was noted and for the most part accepted without comment...which amused both Theron and Jorisco after they intervened to escort Kenna back to her lodgings.<br/><br/><em>That went surprisingly well,</em>the Rhy-cat opined, a strange undercurrent of pride in her thoughts as if at some trick masterfully managed.<br/><br/><em>Indeed!</em>Jorisco agreed.<em>You are fortunate in this choice of mate, hatchling, although this was not what I would have expected. The elder plays some strange game with her descendants.</em><br/><br/>Agreed, Theron mused.<br/><br/>Of course, returning to the Spa Kenna found herself eagerly pumped for information by an ebullient Bulga who was almost giddy at the news that 'her precious little intern' was soon to be a married woman, and an invitation was promptly dictated and dispatched to the lady in question for a nice, long, private spa day.<br/><br/>"Consider it an early wedding present," the Night Person grinned, winking suggestively. "So. What's she like, this bride of yours?"