The day had just given way to evening, as the sun drew behind the hills of the valley, giving the sky a strange, tinged, purple hew as it did in this part of the world, bathing them all in starlight.
It hadn't been the most straightforward of things to organise, but here they all were, waiting for the bride and maid of honour to appear. Elthhelm, the usher, had stressed himself something fierce over the formation of the lines for the procession. It had rather amused him, and it was nice to see that despite the occasion, they were still their chaotic selves.
Finally, the bride had appeared, and beside him the groom, Amaken, almost wilted. So much he completely forgot protocol and met her halfway down the aisle! Perhaps he planned on giving her away to himself, he could not know.
The procession was the best thing it could have been; short and sweet. Anastasiar and Amaken became one as they all watched, and clapped and cheered, after they'd exchanged vows, and then it was time for the most important part of the whole thing.
Drinking.
He'd become rather fond of the red wine here, and saw no reason not to indulge. They watched on as the newly titled Daradson's clapped their way through their first dance. After that, the wine flowed and the music flowed ever still, with the Sergeant Kildwin and their elven companion, Seregrian, taking turns to play and got people up and dancing.
Somehow, as seemed to be his habit, he'd ended up discussing business most of the night. He'd been sought out by a sailor, and someone who claimed to have tracked them down for the purpose of meeting with them. Both seemed to have gone through such effort to see him and the Company, he felt it'd be discourteous to not make their acquaintances. Part of him wished he could just switch off and join the frivolities fully, but the other part of him knew that this sort of thing came with the territory.
But that hadn't stopped him enjoying himself, and he marvelled on what had been a magical night. Deorla was back safe with them, they had all come together to celebrate the union of two of their own members, the wine was good, the music even better. And though he'd told Daphnee that she owed him a dance, he had been more than satisfied with watching Elthhelm spin her around and see her let her hair down for a change.
As night finally gave in to day, he felt a feeling he'd not felt in a long time.
Contentment.
