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Party Time

Writers: Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 6th January 2016

Characters: Arippa, Reven, T'ner
Description: Reven's Birthing Day Party.
Location: Green Valley Hold
Date: month 3, day 10 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Benani, Felyna


Arippa or Faldrimme

Arippa
Reven

Reven

The party was going longer than she'd thought and Arippa's feet were
hurting. She'd been walking around and playing hostess all night but
her shoes were new and had taller heels than she was used to.

While she had a small break in the festivities, she sat and pulled one
of them off to rub the arch of her foot. Of course she couldn't help
but flash a tantalizing glimpse of ankle from her slightly lifted skirt.
That was when she caught her husband watching her from across the room
and her lips curved as she tucked her feet back under her skirt.

A smile curved across Reven's face as he made his way across the room,
easily parting the crowd, his eyes never leaving Arippa. "Feet hurt?"
he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes," she smiled up at him. "It's been awhile since I've worn shoes
with tall heels."

Reven leaned in and murmured in her ear, "I would love to see you in
these shoes later... _only_ these shoes."

She didn't squeal but only just. Her eyes widened and she blushed
furiously. "Reven," she gasped almost scandalized but she also
twinkled with pleasure.

He laughed at her reaction, pleased that he could still make his wife
blush a little. "Why don't you take them off for now and have one last
dance with me for the evening?"

She gave him a pixie grin and kicked them off and shoved them under
the chair with no further encouragement. "Just don't step on my toes,"
she said as she rose.

"Never." He promised as he pressed a hand to the small of her back and
guided her out onto the dance floor. Reven loved showing his beautiful
wife off whenever he had an opportunity.

Her dress was a bit longer than normal so the skirt pooled a bit on
the floor around her without the taller shoes. But she'd grown another
inch this year and was closer to 5'8" than the 5'6" she'd been when
they married. Her frame was still willow like her Aunt Benani and Her
figure had come back almost immediately after the birth of their
daughter. While she was still nursing she had a very nicely curved
bosom she hoped to keep once the baby was weaned. The dress she wore
displayed her cleavage to an advantage and she knew it. It was after
all a nice tantalizer for her husband's birthday.

She adored music and the harpers were playing a lovely tune. So she
held on and enjoyed it while he swept her around the floor.

Reven expertly moved his wife around the floor, careful of her toes
and her lengthy dress. The entire time they danced he pictured what
fun it would be to unwrap Arippa later-- the best kind of birthingday
gift. Even though their marriage had been one mainly of convenience,
and arranged, it had certainly become a love affair on Reven's end.
**How did I get so lucky?**

All thought of Namrien, the former Holder and one time prospect for
her hand, had long since left Arippa's mind along with any fantasy of
what it might have been like to be his wife. Reven was all the man
she'd ever wanted and the Amber Hills blooded Lady counted herself the
luckiest woman of her acquaintance. After her training with Lady
Felyna it would never have entered her mind to question the alliance
that had been arranged so the serendipity of their love was all
counted to the best of luck and their own efforts to make it that way.

"I love you," she smiled up into his face as the dance came to an end.
"Happy Birthingday." Just then the crowds stood aside as the Harpers
began to play the official tune and a huge cake was brought in from
the kitchens. Arippa had asked Reven's mother to take charge of the
cake and make sure it was his favorite kind.

A smile flashed across Reven's face as he put an arm around Arippa's
shoulders, keeping her by his side as the cake came to a halt just in
front of him. Looking about at the smiling faces, his own family
counted among them, Reven held up his gloved left hand. "Thank you
everyone for coming out to celebrate my birthingday. And of course, a
very special thank you to my lovely wife for making all of this
possible."

"And your mother," Arippa's elegant hand swept toward Corette. "She
did the hard part." Of course she was referring to child birth and the
twinkle in her eyes told it all. There was a sweep of laughter audible
in the room.

Reven grinned as he saw his mother wave off the thanks from where she
stood tucked beneath his father's arm. There had been a time when he
had doubted that he would ever see another birthingday, but here he
was, surrounded by the people that meant the most to him.

"Cut the cake!" Tener, his youngest brother, called sending another ripple
of laughter
through those gathered.

Cutting the obligatory first piece, a _large_ square piece since
Arippa had said he could only have one, Reven handed the knife off to
a drudge who would make sure everyone else got a nicely sliced piece.

She chuckled and shook her head when she saw the sheer size of the
piece he'd carved for himself. "That's enough for both you _and_ your
brother," she whispered when he turned to her. Both of them we're
hearty eaters as it was. Big men with big appetites. **In many ways.**
Her smile turned into a sly smirk at the direction of her thoughts.
"But then you're going to need your energy later."

Reven's teeth flashed as he smiled and leaned in to Arippa, "That was my
hope."

Last updated on the January 12th 2016


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