"So, does that mean I need to discard the tradition of publicly consummating the marriage?" she teases. "And no particular reason, just though I'd see if you had anything you particularly wanted to add to the grander scheme of things, though, you're right, I could have just studied dragon ceremonies, but watching you work is more fun. Unless you'd<em>like</em>to get more involved. I could always use help picking out the exact shades of blue to use in the flowers on the thirty-second table. Do you prefer this blue, or this one, or this one?" she asks, creating illusions in the air to match the shades she's talking about.<br/><br/>She giggles as she watches him try to dissect the difference, leaning back against the wall and smiling, then, moments later, yelping, as Draiss' domain is rocked by a sudden surge of power, the entire structure shaking from what feels like a massive blow, as Draiss can't help but notice a massive<em>tech-based</em>power surge, centered in his common room. And, strangest of all, it doesn't seem to have set off any warning triggers; it's as if it were created from within his domain, in the first place, though such a thing must have required an immense buildup.