Celebration of Love

Moira chuckled softly, If he messes up, I'll smooth it over. Don't worry, she chimed the promise, glancing over her shoulder to the two kings, and their Antivan companion. Bhelen would've had everyone laughing. It was such a serious event, despite the strange oddities and tricks being performed every-which way she looked.

The youngest Aeducan continued to speak, and she grinned, Well, if this were a dwarven party, the ale would be flowing. You should enjoy yourself, Ro. As for feeling out of place, well... I suppose that may get better with more time? But your father never quite managed to feel like he belonged up here, either.

When the topic of her other children came up, she sighed, studying the youngest. Well, Ellis sent word that they're travelling through some Fade-land. Sent some interesting drawings back. No word from Aes. As she mentioned her daughter, whom had disappeared when the Veil had come down, she caught sight of the youngest member of the family at just ten.

Elene Aeducan — though she knew Moira and Bhelen had been her grandparents, they'd been the only parents she'd ever known. The young girl had dressed nicely enough, and as she appeared in front of her grandmother and uncle, she beamed upwards, delicate elvhen features clear in the light of the torches that lit the event. "Ma! There's a fire-breather! D'ya see him?"

Moira laughed quietly, reaching to tousle the girls' hair. I didn't see the fire-breathers, why don't you take us over that way? She inquired, reaching for a glass of wine as she let the half-elvhen girl pull her away from the refreshments table, and further from Garryn.

Maker, she hoped he didn't screw everything up.