A celebration of two. (mandalorians, republic)

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello didn't even bother to hide the roll of his eyes at Kiskla's comment. He'd seen her in grease-stained coveralls attempting to work on her RZ-1. The only thing that had changed about her appearance was make-up, attire, and how she was wearing her hair. She looked amazing in most situations. However, he knew what she was referencing with the comment, and it caused him to eventually smile. "Yeah that time at the Healer's Circle wasn't your finest moment." The playful expression on his face matched the playful tone of his voice.

As they entered the facility where the celebration was being held, Marcello's gaze scanned his surroundings. Not surprisingly, there were mostly Mandalorians in attendance thus far. It was easy to pick them out - they all looked like they had just stepped off a battlefield. Marcello had endless respect for their culture, but he'd just never been a big fan of armor. Even within the Jedi Order, it seemed like he was the only one that did not make use of it.

Suddenly, Marcello felt his arm being tugged slightly. Of course, it didn't cause his body to move at all. Once his realized that Kiskla was trying to guide him somewhere, he simply followed so that it wouldn't look so awkward. As they approached a young Jedi he did not know, Marcello's attention diverted to the food. He'd not been really roped into the conversation thus far, so he felt no obligation to engage in pleasantries. Eventually though, the large Jedi's dark blue eyes settled on the Knight before him with an impassive expression. The man's first name was interesting though...Marcello recalled Kiskla's passing comments about her first master.

When the young man spoke to him, Marcello inclined his head. "Marcello. Pleasure, Knight Windu."

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @[member="Antares Windu"]

 

[Antares]

He wasn't really sure how to go on from that point. There was a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and he said nothing for a few moments after he greeted him. "I haven't seen you around the Temple." He spoke softly just above the sound of the rest of the party. "Do you wander the galaxy? Go where you're needed?" Questions that would allow him to get to know the Jedi Master better. He listened intently.

He was only a newly promoted Jedi Knight and he wondered if his Master had had any hand in the matter. Had she asked the Council? He doubted it, perhaps he was just ready to become a Knight and his brown gaze found that of his Master's for only a few moments. His eyes glinted in the light and from their still present mindlink in the Force he said, 'we have to speak, Master.' And his unmoving head, though always moving eyes turned back to the Master Marcello.

@[member="Marcello Matteo"] - @[member="Kiskla Grayson"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Adenn Gra'tua"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Marcello Matteo"] @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Iella E`ron"] @[member="Antares Windu"]


"Alright blast it." Ordo said throwing on his tough act that nearly no one fell for any more, "I better play good Mando boy and say hello to the Jetiise."

Ordo reached behind his back a checked his lightsaber. Well he hope all the hyperactive glow rods stayed off for once. He had met a few Jedi. The Blond by the bar was E'ron he had worked on the build with her and 'Dar Jetii'. Ordo had been told that flower boy had turned Jetii but he couldn't help but want to relieve him of his head. Ordo clenched his jaw and released it a few times. He wasn't ready to deal with the former Sith yet. He looked over at some new comers another Blond woman (Kiskla) in black and a young man (Antares) talked while a bigger Jetii (Marcello) eyed some food and looked like he'd just come from the field. Ordo figured that was a good place to start and began to walk over. His black beskar'gam felt a lot better when on a proper undersuit and not this nice stuff but then he figured women had worse to deal with as far as dress. They just always made aruetiise clothes like they were trying to see how much they could get away with. He approached the little group and raised a big hand to offer welcome.

"Su cuy'gar ori'vod!" He said his big heart glad that Rianna's friends had come. He wanted to see her happy above all else and he would do his part to be a good riduur and welcome everyone equally.

"I thank you for coming," he said with a smile, his scarred face managing the expression with practiced ease. "It's a great honor to have my wife's friends join us here. Were your trips quiet?"

A caterer walked up and tapped him on the shoulder to say the shatual was ready. Ordo simply nodded. "Vor entye." He said before looking back to the Jedi.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Josh finally found @[member="Rianna Organa"], putting a hand on her shoulder. (Edit, AFTER her below post where @[member="Rianna Organa"] actually came out. Sorry, didn't know her location beforehand)

"Wellll, look at you. A few weeks ago, we were making booty jokes, and now suddenly I'm showing up at your wedding. When did he propose anyways?" he asked, a slight smile crossing his face. "You never did tell me that you were engaged"

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna had been inside the room a long time with her sister but now was the time to come out the dress was finally on, and all the fluster over it. Her hair had been put up, though she had complained and wanted it down. She refused to wear anything on her head.

Taking a deep breath Rianna Organa, wife of Ordo Be Ar'klim finally made her way out to greet her guests, and show off her handsome husband who had been so good at dealing with everyone while she and Arianna squabbled over dresses.

Rianna stood outside the door, and scanned the crowd looking for her riduur, ner ka'rta. She smoothed the dress and walked slowly towards him. She was finally able to relax and take in the details of everything he wore. his boots, the ripper, the breast and back plates of his black armor, greives, and the cloak. Who said mandalorians couldn't pull off looking sophisticated, black went with everything. She was quiet as she moved, noticing so many of her friends, so many of Ord'ika's friends and family.

Goddess she hoped she made him happy, as happy as he made her. And she hoped she made him proud.

@Mia Monroe @Strider Garon @[member="Ordo"] @Adenn Gra'tua @Verz Horak @Joshua DragonsFlame @Marcello Matteo @Kiskla Grayson @Iella E`ron @Antares Windu

 

[Rasu Gan]

Rasu had never thought she would have been invited to a wedding, not to mention the wedding of one of the High Council members. She had met both the bride and groom on several occasions, although majority of those circumstances had been during the war. It was nice to go to a happy gathering for once, a reason to forget all the suffering, and just celebrate the civil joining of these two people. With her glass in hand, she shuffled over in the tight, grey dress she wore, inching over to start socialising, when her attention was drawn to the archway entrance, a beautiful woman standing under the arch.

Rianna looked absolutely astonishing, light seemed to radiate off her, her dress shone brightly, making the Shi'ido squint as she pulled up her dress to greet the bride. "Master Organa congratulations." she said, unable to stop the large smile spreading along her face. "You look absolutely beautiful."

@[member="Rianna Organa"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

Ordo had forgotten himself. The sight of her dressed so elegantly with the glow of love on her cheeks...he was stunned. He walked toward her his fool mouth open in awe of her. He hoped their guest could excuse his lack of manners, though many of them probably hadn't really expected him to have any in the first place.

He placed a big hand on the Jedi Knight's small shoulder as he moved toward his precious Ri'ika. He had seen the green jedi during the war and he would be sure to be a better host soon, but for now he was going to have to trust her patience.

"Beautiful is a pale comparrison, Miss Gan." He said almost absently. His focus stolen by the vision of a woman there before him.

He finally moved to her side and gently placed a kiss on her cheek. "I see you won out against your sister" he wispered before offering his arm and politely waiting for Rianna and the blond Jedi man to finish talking. He just looked down as she spoke. She was to good for an aging war horse but she was happy and thats all he really needed.

 

[Kiskla Grayson-Matteo]

She smiled dutifully at Antares' compliment, pleased that he took the initiative to introduce himself since she had woefully forgone that. Meeting more members within The Order would benefit both of them, moreso Antares as he was still in growth. Master Matteo seemed to prefer to be kept to his own devices. And who could blame him? He was experienced enough to make his own decisions. And large enough for nobody to challenge him.
Except a wry seventeen year-old former Grayson; who had left with a few bruised ribs and ego. Just goes to prove how unattached from the size of reality she was. Or how headstrong she could be in her own defiance.

Ordo's intrusion was well-timed. The fact that Antares had promoted was a bit like sitting on a bruised tailbone. There was slight unsettle meant amongst certain members of The Order; and it manifested when certain individuals were promoted without much premise. It's not to say that it was undeserved, but it has been ill administered. She assumed that's what it was that he wished to speak with her about. This wasn't the time, if that was the case. But then again, time waited for no man.

And neither did Mandalorian. Kiskla replied quickly "Quite." She responded to his question regarding their travels, then shifted gears to extend a proper Republic and friendly welcome. After all, his bride was largely the reason she was standing amidst them all today.

"Thank you to yourself and Master Organa for the invitation." A delicate, practiced simper flickered across her pouted lips as she mused for the briefest of moments "Or perhaps Master Ordo is more appropriate? Sincerest of congratulations to you both. You both seem delighted, as does your company." A happy party usually indicated things were to bode well in the future.

When Rianna appeared, Kiskla immediately turned her attention to the radiating bride.

Had they already been wed? She supposed the formalities had already been followed, and this was the celebration end of it.

"Rianna, you're positively glowing!" Kiskla beamed, dipping her head respectively; causing some of her loose hair to slip over her shoulders.

"I was just wishing congratulations to your lucky husband and remarking on what a crowd has come together! Quite something."

She was going to run into trouble with this small talk soon enough.

@[member="Rianna Organa"] | @[member="Ordo"] | @[member="Rasu Gan"] | @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] | @[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Marcello Matteo"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@Kiskla Grayson @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @Marcello Matteo @[member="Antares Windu"]

'Ah crap!' he thought turning around and looked wide eyed at the Bartender as the 'Big Dumb Bull Nerf of a Mando' looked right at him. 'Talon you really have to check what your walking into BEFORE you step in to it.'

Talon looked over and Smiled meekly @Iella E'ron and drank his water quickly. It would be a good idea to leave but Master Organa had given him an invite so here he was.

"Nice weather here." he said rather hoping he didn't have to exchange words with the Mandalorian or force forbid the Mando from Manaan.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

Leori was late. I suppose it was still fashionably late at this point. But, given that the bride and groom had already arrived, she was late. She had spent entirely too much time trying to get herself into her dress. (See spoiler for image)

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So, she snuck in quietly as to not draw attention away from the bride and groom. Her first stop? The bar. Drinks were customary she'd heard.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello offered the young Knight a thin smile in response to his statement and question. "I come from a simple life. Unlike all of this nobility and royalty..." Marcello paused for effect only long enough to toss a sideways glance in the direction of Kiskla. "...floating around the room, I suppose you could say I never developed polished manners. The Temple is extremely political. If you haven't already noticed, you will. Do yourself favor, stay out of it. The only reason to be there is if you are forced. Even then, consider the relevant importance of your proximate location within the Temple to being out in the galaxy, securing peace and justice as you were meant."

Marcello had not intended to preach, but he honestly did have...issues with so many flocking to titles and positions that meant nothing outside of their technical definition on paper. For the entirety of a time as a Jedi and starfighter pilot, doing his job at the basic level had always been enough. You could say Marcello never really aspired to anything...perhaps that was why he'd gotten kicked out of the RSF. His career decisions often left a lot to be desired in the eyes of those that thought he should contribute more to the greater organization.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a Mandalorian he recognized from the Circle of Healers reconstruction project approached and greeted him. Te moment he realized this was Rianna's new husband, he offered the man a sincere smile. He would have opened his mouth to speak but K-GRAY was already on the case. "Yes thank y---..." His only comment to the man ended as abruptly as his departure to meet his wife. The Mandalorian's departure was followed almost immediately by a mass exodus of people in the Jedi Healer's direction.

Unhooking his arm from Kiskla's with more reluctance than he would have expected, Marcello remained where he was. He was not built for the social scene, clearly. He felt stiff, odd, and generally out of place. As Kiskla moved away, Marcello turned his head back to Antares and offered the man a brief nod. "Excuse me, Knight Windu. I'm in need of some fresh air." Turning, the Jedi Master began to walk towards the bar to grab a drink. He hadn't taken more than two steps when he realized Leori had arrived. Leori was still a very good friend, but their interactions were...awkward after their last meeting. The blonde Jedi Guardian just...didn't want to deal with it right this second.

Swiftly, Marcello grabbed a double Whyren's Reserve, neat, from the bar and proceeded out to the veranda. Once outside, he took a large gulp of his drink before placing it on the railing and gazing out at the horizon. Exhaling heavily, Marcello ran a hand through his long blonde hair. He didn't mean to be bad company, but there were simply too many thoughts swirling through his mind. He pretty much felt like the biggest hypocrit in the galaxy...and over something so random.

"Whatever Marcello." Turning around, he watched the goings on inside with his back against the railing. Taking another long sip of his drink, he was all too aware that his interest lingered on one specific person. Mere moments later, he surrendered himself to the reality. "Of all the irritating, self-absorbed, pain-in-the-ass people..."

@[member="Antares Windu"] | @[member="Kiskla Grayson"] | @[member="Ordo"] | @[member="Rianna Organa"] | @[member="Leori Sheltrak"]

 

[Alan]

There was a particular presence that filled the air of the wedding, an unmistakeable presence to those who knew it. It was rage personified, but the aura seemed to be in the eye of his own storm, calm for the moment, but the storm was still there. Bringing his feet forward, he stepped further into the room. He was dressed in his Ori'ramikad armor, the shawl that most wore over their shoulders covering his left arm. He blinked several times, before moving further into the room. Mandalorians parted for him, and some were wise to do so.


However, a smile crept across his battle-worn features as he spotted the groom, @[member="Ordo"]. He largely ignored the Jedi presence, and felt no anxiety by being around them. None of them would risk ruining the celebration with trying to start something here. Tracyn was still a Mandalorian by birth, and that mean a lot to those around them.


"And here I thought you preferred a gunship to a woman, ner'vod..."

Tracyn said with a genuine smile to the groom, and glanced around. There was an actual smile on his face, a one not bred of his blade or his hands in an enemy. He was reminded of his own wedding, though it was sparsely populated compared to this. He smiled towards Mia and Verz, and then sauntered over to them. He'd be delighted to tell them about Thurion over a drink. His eyes glanced around as his body moved towards the former Mandalore, spotting some familiar Jedi here and there, but nobody he wanted to talk to truthfully. He wanted to avoid the whole 'come back to the light' crap for now, and enjoy the celebration.

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @[member="Marcello Matteo"] @[member="Antares Windu"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Verz Horak"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

Rianna looked at @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], "I wasn't engaged at the time Josh, Mandalorians don't really do engagement it's more like let's get married" She smiled softly at him though, "We always had a good time. And Ord'ika, well we met on the build for the Hall of Healers, and then he told me how he was looking for someone, so I began helping him look. And we grew closer every time we met, and talked. Finally I found information that might lead to the person he was looking for, and well we found her. But by that time we were so connected we didn't know how we'd react if she had been still alive" Rianna looked down, "On the trip to Mygeeto, and then the news we just knew we didn't want to be parted, he asked, and we performed the mandalorian ceremony on the spot"

If Josh had wanted more from her she had not been aware. Before she could think more on it, or to even whisper she was sorry if he was hurt, Master @[member="Rasu Gan"] approached, Rianna hesitantly turned from Josh, "Thank you Master Gan, I'm so happy you could come. This is such an opportunity for all of us, first not only the celebration but for everyone to get to know the Mandalorians. Please call me Rianna" Rianna had always admired the complexion of Rasu, one of her favorite colors is green and Rasu was the perfect shade to represent life. Rianna hoped they would get to work together more in the future.

Rianna could not help but her attention was drawn away looking up into his beautiful eyes the expression of his love was there each time he looked at her she felt weak in the knees, "please excuse me" She stepped toward Ord'ika she could see that all the work done to present herself to him had been well worth it. "Yes, I won the battle, but perhaps not the war" She tilted her head for a moment everyone in the room did not exist, there was only the two of them. "Have I told you today how much I love you, and this life we are creating together" Rianna put her hands onto his chest still smiling up at him, with great reluctance Rianna removed her hands, and turned to her guests.

Rianna was drawn back as she heard Master @[member="Kiskla Grayson"], "Kiskla, you look stunning yourself, and the picture of health" Yes Kiskla looked so much better, Rianna looked around, "I would have thought @[member="Marcello Matteo"] would be with you." Rianna assumed a lot, even if she was not right about this, she had seen how they teased one another when Kiskla was ill.

Rianna saw @[member="Leori Sheltrak"] slip in, so many guests, this was just the best gathering of her friends and family that should ever have asked for.

"I assume all of you have met my husband," Rianna looked to all the faces around them, "If you have not, let me this is my riduur or husband, @[member="Ordo"] be ar'klim, some of you may remember seeing him when we rebuilt the Hall of Healers" She looked to each, "And have you met any of his vod, brothers and sisters of Mandalore?" Rianna wanted them all to meet to form at least the knowledge of one another, or frienship.

 

[Leori Sheltrak]

Leori knew who was present at the party by the familiar presences. Marcello's was approaching the bar, but she did nothing more than glance in his direction when he ordered his drink. Hers arrived, so she turned and leaned against the bar as she sipped it.

It didn't bother her that Marcello didn't say anything. She wouldn't have had much more than a greeting to offer anyway. It also didn't surprise her that he went outside. He wasn't a very social guy, so he was probably avoiding the crowds that were beginning to form everywhere.

Kiskla was looking much better than the last time she'd seen her. Lack of poison in one's body tended to have that effect. Rianna was looking absolutely radiant, much happier than she'd seen her fellow healer in a long time. Leori could only smile a little though. And then she chugged her drink.

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

A chuckle escaped him at her story. Luckily, Josh bore no romantic feelings for Rianna. They were close friends, that he was fine with staying.

The jello wrestling incident was her idea after all...

"Just take care of yourself, alright?" he said. "You're marrying WAY too quick in my opinion, but it's your life. Just don't waste it" he said, smiling as he embraced Rianna with a small hug. "I'm proud of you, Councillor. May the Force be with you in your married life" he said, patting her on the back.

When she left him to mingle with other guests, he turned, coming face to face with @[member="Tracyn Ordo"].

He stared at him for a moment, fearlessly. But after a few seconds, he nodded.

"I don't like the path you're taking" he said calmly. "But your life is yours, Tracyn. Do what your heart says. You'll always be like the brother I never had, no matter what choices you make"

That was the first time he'd told Tracyn that. But it was true in terms of how he regarded the former Jedi and current darksider. Josh forgave him. He didn't hate Tracyn for betraying them. In one way or another, he was still his "brother".

And with that, he turned away, not wanting to bother Tracyn. He knew he'd probably dealt with enough people telling him "Come back to the light". He would have the courtesy not to bother him... If Tracyn's heart told him the Jedi was where he belonged, Tracyn would return.

Then Rianna spoke up, introducing her husband. Josh smirked a bit, recognizing him from the rebuilding of the Hall Of Healers.

 

[Evi Sohl]

“Cad’ika...” she began, glancing down at her plus one for the evening. A soft smile curled her lips as he glanced up at her, tiny features set in a very serious expression. Her heart nearly burst at the sight and she risked mussing them both to crouch down and hug him.

“...this is a very important day for your ba’buir. He needs you to behave like the little man you are, ok?”

Little arms flung around her neck as he promised in solemn tones to make his ba’buir proud of him. He kissed her cheek and she gently made sure his black shirt was tucked properly into his black slacks, with his mop of blonde curls adorably mussed. Very formal attire for a three year old tornado capable of causing mass amounts of destruction, but he wanted to wear black just like his ba’buir.

She rose to her full height, which in light of her stiletto heels was almost six feet tall. E’vi smoothed out her short golden dress, and gently adjusted her tamed chestnut tresses over one shoulder. A crimson clutch that matched her shoes was settled in one hand, while Cade’s little hand was gently held in her other.

To say she was uncomfortable in a dress was a bit of an understatement. But she had enough of her mother in her to feel the need to wear something pretty to such an important occasion for her buir. With a soft sigh, E’vi kept her steps small and led the way inside.

Grey eyes cast around the room, easily finding her vod in the crowd. The rest...those that she did not recognize, must have been Rianna’s family, friends, and colleagues. Cade tugged on her hand and pointed to the tightest knot of people, finding his ba’buir and his wife standing in the middle.

She gave her son a glance, a reminder to behave, as she obliged him and headed in that direction.

 

[Carbon]

If ever someone was to give a quiet vote of confidence to a marriage, it was probably the Mandalorian known so affectionately as 'Bear.' Seated off to one side, a glass of bourbon in one hand and the remnant of a cigar in the other, his tired eyes scanned the crowd, watching as they did what he'd never expected.

Dress up.

Mandalorian weddings were, he'd noted in his lifetime, a fickle thing. Some did it in their armor without ceremony. Others preferred a ceremony with no armor. One thing was always true, however. It was simple. Mandalorians weren't known for complexities. Still, a Mandalorian marrying a Jedi... well, that was something new.

Was she even a Mandalorian?

His brow darkened as he pulled on his cigar, exhaling a mouthful of blue smoke as his gaze dropped to the table his hands rested on. He'd cleaned up, vaguely, on the inkling that the bride wasn't Mandalorian and wanted people looking nice. But he hadn't cleaned up fully. His scruff was gone, his hair combed over a bit to give it a hint of rule.

His suit, however, was a bit off. The tie he wore wasn't even tightened around its neck - it was as if he'd gotten off work, loosened it up and just left it that way on the way over. The front of it was hanging open, and a flask was clearly visible in an inside pocket. But a small child with his hand in a young womans caught his gaze for a moment.

It took a moment to process, cause she kind of looked her age now, but he was fairly certain that was @E'vi Sohl. With a bit of a shake of his head, he took another drag on his smoke. This was gonna be a long day.

 

[Davin Starrunner]

Davin Starrunner entered the building with his 'other' set of armor. His mentor always insisted that he have another, lighter set that was polished and clean for formal occassions like this. Davin made sure that his armor had a good polish on it and his helmet was in perfect condition. His only armaments consisted of a DH-17 blaster on his hip and a hidden vibroblade on his back. Davin looked around as he entered the clebration that seemed to bejust picking up steam. He noticed his vode were diffusing among the crowd and everyone seemed to be behaving in a civilized fashion for the time being. Davin seriously doubted that anyone would want to ruin Ordo's wedding. Davin knew that he wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of the big man's wrath, especially at this particular time.
Davin nodded to the other Mano'ade that he came across. He gave deeper bows to his superiors @Mia Monroe, @Strider Garon, @[member="Verz Horak"]. He spotted @Ordo and waited for a break in his conversation before nodding deeply to the older Mando'ade. "Congratulations Ori'vod. May your future with your riduur be as bright as the stars."

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Kiskla Grayson"] @[member="Leori Sheltrak"] @[member="Marcello Matteo"] @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] @E'vi Sohl @[member="Emberli Garett"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

Ordo smiled happily as he was introduced. He nodded to each one and was glad for their courtesy. He wasn't the best with words although every now and again he said something right.

"It's good to meet all of you." Ordo said looking around for his girls. Aran was off to Okyaab on clan business so he would be absent.

He heard a voice talking about gunships and turned to see his technical cousin Tracyn walk in. He felt bad for the man. He had heard he had been not had much happiness with the Jedi but then Tracyn should know he had a home with the vode.

"I made One exception." Ordo said holding up a thick finger. "Just this one time."

He clasped the man's forearm before watching him move on. He heard alot of talk about the sudden merger and for people used to having time he understood, but Ordo was a Field Marshal and tomorrow he could see his last day. So for now while he had her he would be a blasted love struck fool and everyone could be happy or not as they chose. However, he was glad most seemed happy.

Ordo pointed to E'vi and Cade.

"Ri'ika that is my daughter E'vi and her son cade we should say hello."

 

[Rianna Organa]

@[member="Ordo"]

Rianna nodded to Tracyn, she knew him. His seeming dismissal of her presence she was sure was due to the emotions of his leaving the path of light. It was hard to see someone go that route, but this was not the place to say anything on the matter, it was for a different time.

Rianna looked over to where Ord'ika was pointing, "By all means let's, everyone if you will excuse us" Rianna took Ord'ika's arm, it was amazing that she had married into a family where the children were already grown, with children of their own. There were eyes watching them, she felt it but not wanting to be rude she did not look in the direction of which the look came from.

Glancing towards the back of the room Rianna could still see that Leori was standing alone.

Something was wrong, and she did not know what it was. Rianna felt she should make her way back there as well, all of their guests must be greeted and met. "I think when the time comes, a declaration should be made to everyone to welcome them, and thank them for coming, and then" Rianna laughed, "Everyone needs a drink" Rianna knew she wanted something, and she wanted Ordo to be able to be himself among his clansmen. It was important that he still be seen as the strong leader that he was.

Rianna saw the small boy and smiled he was certainly full of energy. How wonderful to see, such innocence and zest for the unknown.