Wedding Reception

Writers: Miriah, Paula, Suzee, Yvonne
Date Posted: 11th August 2014

Characters: Taril, Humari, Yriadha, Bryvin, Fymer, Yarmel, Ataria, Railion
Description: Taril and Humari's wedding reception.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 8, day 2 of Turn 7

Humari

Yriadha

Bryvin

The wedding feast was spectacular, just as Yriadha had planned. There were
far too many courses and far too much food for the small gathering that
Taril had insisted upon, but it was well prepared and delectable.

If only the speeches were the same way. Sitting at the high table with his
new wife to his left and the new Lord Holder to his right, Taril had no way
to escape the stares of the people arrayed below. He knew what they saw-- a
beast, scarred and morally bankrupt, shackling the Headwoman's pretty young
daughter to his bedside. At least he'd had a chance to speak to Jakin before
being put up on display. The odious dress that Humari was in couldn't be
left unavenged, and that thought, at least, gave him enough pleasure to keep
smiling.

Humari sat stiffly, her face slightly pinched as she avoided moving very
much. Though there was food on her plate that had been set before her, she
barely touched it, preferring instead to sip at the water. She glanced
around through lowered lids. There would be speeches to sit through and then
the inevitable social gathering and gifts before it was all over with. Her
breath caught as her sister came into sight and gave a small gesture towards
her plate. She was expected to eat. She looked down at her plate and her
stomach churned slightly as she picked up her eating knife and cut a small
piece.

Yriadha sat at the far end of the table, her gaze flicking over her daughter
and new son-in-law. She met Taril's eyes and gave a polite civil smile that
didn't bother to hide her satisfaction and inclined her head, lifting her
glass in a salute.

Taril did the same. **That's right. Enjoy your wine,** he thought as
she touched the rim of her glass to her lips.

Bryvin saw his headwoman's satisfaction but today was Taril's to his
mind. So, he turned deliberately and picked up his glass. The wine was
excellent as was the food.

There would be a balance and though it might be difficult to maintain,
he liked a challenge and he needed them both for very different
reasons. He stood and lifting his glass placed a hand on Taril's
shoulder.

"A wedding is a special day. It's a day filled with fun and laughter
as well as a few odd moments of tears. It's a day when all those
closest to them support the happy couple. I know that both Taril and
Humari are delighted that you are all here. I hope you will soon be
attending mine." He grinned at the small gathering.

"To the happy couple, may their happiness be complete, their marriage
long and prosperous and every wedding speech they hear be funnier and
shorter than mine. To Taril and Humari."

As everyone gave light applause, Humari did the same, but her thoughts
were elsewhere. Why did everyone assume a marriage was going to be a
happy occasion? Or full of fun? Delighted? Humari kept her gaze
downcast, but forced a pleasant smile onto her face for appearances
sake. She murmured, "Thank you, Lord Bryvin."

Yriadha rose slowly and held up her glass. "To my new son-in-law, I
welcome you into the fold of our family. May your marriage to my
youngest prove to be a fruitful one and full of many memories for the
both of you. To my beloved daughter, I have full faith that you will
provide a wonderful and welcoming home for your new husband." She took
a sip of her wine and sat.

Fymer dutifully joined the toasts while fighting the boredom. He had
no interest in this wedding and only attended because his position as
hold's harper scribe demanded it. At least the food and wine were
good.

At the second table, closest to the head, a burly, weather-beaten man
with a leathery face stood and raised his glass. "To my son, and his
future with his new wife beside him. Fair winds and following seas to
the pair of you. And Taril-- just remember that women are like ships:
expensive to rig and difficult to steer!" Railion sat to a roar of
laughter from Taril's side of the family and was promptly elbowed in
the gut by his wife Ataria.

Taril raised his own glass in a silent salute to his father. At least
his platitudes were amusing-- and brief. The Captain of the Blue
Shipfish wasn't a man of many words, at least not until the wine truly
got flowing. He hoped that Yriadha had provided enough, more for the
Hold's sake than her's. His family wasn't above doing a little raiding
when their blood was up. At least only one of his brothers was in
attendance.

Yriadha eyed the man with distaste in her expression, but masked it
behind her goblet of wine. **Honestly, no class at all.** She gave a
bit of a sniff and turned to eye the new couple as she took another
sip of her drink, then gave a little yawn. How odd...she shouldn't be
tired. Perhaps it was the excitement of the day. As music started, she
looked over at her eldest son. "Yarmel, go dance with your sister."

He arched a brow at the statement. "No one else is dancing."

"I know that. But there is music and an open area. It would be amiss
if no one took advantage of it." Yriadha's smile was thin. Shells, she
was getting so sleepy. She shook her head slightly and nodded at
Humari. "Be a good lad and do as I ask."

"Yes, of course." Yarmel rose, striding over to the table and held out
his hand perfunctorily. "Come on. Let's dance."

Humari lifted her gaze to her brother, her first thought being to
instantly obey. She glanced at Taril, however and remained seated.
Taril was now her husband. "No, thank you, Yarmel. I'd rather not."

Yarmel's eyes narrowed slightly at her refusal. "Come, Humari." His
tone left no doubt that he'd not accept another refusal.

Bryvin watched the interplay and while he was aware of the
undercurrent between the brother and sister, he didn't want any
scene's at this one of the first public events he'd attended as the
Hold's new Lord. He threw a quick and unreadable look at his
Headwoman. She'd been drinking and perhaps her judgement was slipping
just a tiny bit. That was an interesting tidbit of information.

He stood with a smile. "I believe the first dance shall be mine if
you'll agree Taril." He clapped his hand on the mans shoulder as he
circled around behind his friend. Then he walked between the bride and
her brother knowing the guard would have no choice but to step back.
"May I have this dance?" He held is own hand out to the young woman.

Taril nodded his head in acquiescence, as if he had a choice. If the
new Lord wanted a dance then he was powerless to say no without making
a scene. But better that it was Bryvin claiming his bride's hand than
Humari's barnacle of a brother. He cast a quick glance at his family
and hoped that one of them would take the cue, so that Humari and
Bryvin didn't have to dance alone.

She glanced at Taril and then slowly lifted her hand to Lord Bryvin's.
She truly didn't want to dance at all; movement hurt. But there was no
way she'd refuse Lord Bryvin, especially now, but she hadn't wanted to
embarrass Taril either by pointing out that he couldn't dance with
her. As she rose, Humari looked at her mother. Yriadha still sat, a
satisfied little smile on her mouth that was shortly interrupted by a
rather graceless yawn. She turned her attention back to the Lord
Holder and murmured her thanks as they walked to the dancing area.

Yarmel took the interruption with a sharp nod, but his eyes narrowed
as Humari walked away. He gave a brief civil smile to Taril and walked
back to Yriadha with a jarring step. "That didn't go well."

Yriadha yawned again and shook her head, blinking blearily. "What are
you talking about? Of course it did." She waved Yarmel's questioning
look away and rose, but stumbled against the table, the dishes
clattering at the jostle. Yarmel caught her and Yraidha blinked
slowly. Why was she so sleepy? "Perhaps this day has worn me out more
than I realized. Keep an eye on her, Yarmel. I find myself rather
tired."

"Are you truly leaving?" Taril asked when Yriadha stood. Finally the
fellis he'd had someone slip into the Headwoman's wine was kicking in.
After the little trick she'd pulled with Humari's dress, it was the
least he could do. "Our celebration will be poorer without your
presence."

Bryvin could tell his armful of young woman was rather uncomfortable
so he was gentle with her until he returned her to her husband with a
smile. "You're a very lucky man Taril," he smiled. "Thank you for the
dance Humari," he lifted her hand to bow over it slightly.

"What, leaving already Yriadha?"

Sleepy, hazy eyes turned to Bryvin. "Hm. Yes. I'm afraid the day
was..." She gave an inelegant yawn. "Oh..excuse me." Yriadha blinked
rapidly as Yarmel took her arm in a gentle grip. "The day has simply
been too taxing for me, my Lord. I beg your pardon, but I must lay
down." She turned to Taril and her daughter. "Enjoy the dancing." Her
lips turned upwards, but it didn't last as Yarmel steered her away.

Bryvin pressed his lips together to prevent the grin he knew would
cause backlash later. "Of course Yriadha. You should rest by all
means," he inclined his head and returned to his seat.

He sat back in his rather ornate chair and leaned against one arm with
a finger across his lips and amusement in his eyes. "More dancing," he
called to the rest of the guests.

Humari sat back down and took a slow breath as she glanced at Taril
with apology in her expression. Her mother, once again, had gotten her
way.

Fymer slipped out of the feast as soon as it was polite to do so. He knew where there was a dragonpoker game going.

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