Seizing the Moment... Finally

Later, later of course, Theo would tease Meg about making her the flower girl, when she had been there to just be a witness, and back up for if Nairn's heart had failed. Later of course, she would rib on Ruth, knowing what lay under those dark shades of his, the self satisfied little smirk she wore for the moment as much as she'd lead on that she knew -- no, later she would need help herself, for as much as she tried not too, she too had been affected with emotions, and the dwarf did love a wedding. Khol streaked her cheeks from where tears had fallen for the woman she liked to think was becoming a close friend, and her boss, for who could call Nairn a friend when the majority of their interactions had been quiet posturing and deal making. Sometimes she preferred the transactional nature of their relationship, but yearned, always, for what she knew was developing with Megara.

So tears were in order, ones that she tried to blot away with a hankie that would disappear back down behind the busque of her corseted half leather skirt. It was a nicest article of clothing she had, and over the muted green tunic and her boots, she thought it was a fine piece of work for a wedding. Much like the mechanical music box she had put the finishing touches on that morning as their gift, it's song a popular ballad that seemed to be at every tavern always. Sometimes the nicest someone had was the best for any given situation, and as predicted, getting to see Nairn's expression when Megara appeared, arm in arm with Ruth, was everything she had hoped for.

She found herself alone, for a moment, to catch her breath after such an intimate affair, after the small ceremony had concluded -- now there would be people, lots of people to face, and somehow, Theo felt like an imposter there among them. She hadn't known Nairn nor Meg very long, but.. there was suddenly a pint in her hand, and she gave the delivery man a thankful look as she took a long drink off the mug. Well you are right that I am far more lovely than you when it comes to being a flower girl. Remind me later to tease Meg a bit if that sudden change was because I'm the shortest person here or not. A wide grin spread across her face as she went to tuck as stray strand of hair back behind her ear from where it had come free from the intricate braid that crowned her head.

Careful there, Ruth, calling a married woman a minx might bring the wrath of a jealous husband back down on you. Let me be your new minx instead. She leaned over into him a moment, gently nudging him with her shoulder, Besides, look at the dance, don't they look absolutely, Theo paused, her eyes taking in the pair the two cut in their first dance, the deep longing she felt for something like that herself eating at her a moment. Lost in one another, she finally finished as she took another drink off her pint. Ahh, I'm gonna have to find someone willing to dance here soon. It was the only chance she'd probably have until the next wedding she'd be invited to.