[Sanctuary] Love Does Not Give Prior Notice (Open)

[Denen Sunsinger]

Denen nodded to Kavala, though he kept himself close to Sandar. He looked up only when Sam entered, and his presence was enough to make the boy's expression light up. They sat, but Denen kept his eyes down. When it became obvious that they were being addressed by the woman across the table, Sandar smiled brightly. She had nothing to fear, after all, and unlike her uncle was eager to be out in the world. She spoke broken Common, and she employed it now to try and translate for her uncle, or at least excuse his silence. “He not speak Common,” she informed. “Ears fail.” She gestured to the sides of her head to emphasize her point, as he accent was very thick. Denen, however, watched the man closely, suspiciously. His fingers fidgeted anxiously with the cuff of his sleeve. Sandar was, however, smiling winningly. “Your city beautiful,” she informed. “My first time outside Endrykas.” Denen cast her a quick, sudden look, frowning. She was being too talkative for his current tastes, especially with the male. He scowled and rose, moving away from her and toward Sam, who was familiar and safe. He stood near his side, feeling immediately better, though it was obvious that he was still on edge. Sandar rolled his eyes. “Blue men scare him,” she informed in a whisper.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

"Ah," Sama'el said, a secretive smile working the corners of his mouth. He greeted one and all, those he knew and those he didn't, all the while holding Issima's hand. Even as food was pushed into their free hands, he could only buzz a bit with anticipation. It was time. Even Kavala said so, with her desire for some joy in their day. He felt in his stomach that he was standing on the edge of a precipice, but there was no fear. Like one of Raiha's fierce raptors, he knew that when he and Issima jumped, they might have their plummeting moments, but eventually they would fly. Oddly enough, this was all Denen's fault. The season spent seeking him, having only his gut to tell him the healer was even alive, had taught Sama'el to seize the day by the balls. Often chances were fleeting, and once he was sure he loved her, he knew there was no reason to wait. When life was as brief as the candles of Drykas lives, one had to make the most of the time allotted. "Well, I wasn't... ah, expecting such a crowd, but that makes it all the more Drykas, eh?" He grinned, glanced at Issima, and squeezed her hand. "Well, light-hearted and joyous? Then perhaps you'll consent to marry Issima and me?" His jaw felt fit to break with all his smiling, which was excessive, even for Sam.

[Issima]

Issima, clutching the bowl she'd been given against her, paid little mind to the food, despite the fact that she felt hungry enough to eat both of their portions. There was other news afoot, and she could feel the energy coursing through Sam, and it left butterflies in her already queasy stomach. She'd have to eat soon, or risk a case of the dry heaves that left her hardly attractive. But for now? Now there was Sam and his request, the way eyes suddenly turned to them, and the flushed pleasure she felt at being the one by his side. This certainly hadn't been in their plans from the beginning, not at all. Issima had expected to watch as Menali married Sama'el, and bred a pavilion full of blonde haired children to romp and play at his feet. Somehow she'd never figured herself into that picture. But, things changed, and the winds of time and the experience of life and wound them together in a way that was amazing and precious, and she couldn't imagine doing anything other than agreeing to be his wife. So it was that she flushed with pleasure and smiled, too, at his words, eyes dancing along the variety of faces gathered as the words sunk in. It was, of course, the lovely Konti who gracefully managed her kitchen as well as Sanctuary itself whose approval mattered most, if she were to conduct a ceremony for them.

[Ronan]

Marriage. Now. Ronan looked to Sam and shook his head, before breaking into a grin. He walked towards him, before patting an arm round his friends back.

"Congratulations," he whispered in Pavi, grinning ear to ear. It was not news he had been expecting, but it was exciting nonetheless.

He looked at Issima, and whispered the same word in the tongue of the Drykas. She was a good woman. He knew little, but he had heard enough through Sam. His future was unfolding before him. The man would have his own pavilion soon enough. It was important to the Drykas. A strong marriage, was a strong foundation for the future.

He turned away awkwardly. He was older than Sama'el, yet still he had failed to settle. And he doubted the strength of his heart too.

Ronan turned to Kavala, waiting to see her reaction, and whether she would perform the ceremony. And he watched her carefully also. He couldn't help it. There was something in her. Something wild, something primal, something true. He wanted to find that out, all by himself.

[Leto Sunsinger]

Leto had woken up early that morning, to tend to Arias. Spending time with his strider, made him all the more happier, knowing that he had a creature that he had entirely bonded with. Brushing his fur, and making sure he had enough feed, Leto noticed the time, and made his way into the sanctuary. It seemed that he was late to the festivities. His obsidian eyes fell upon the group that seemed to be gathered all eating breakfast, and a sigh escaped his lips. Brushing his hair back, his eyes drifted towards Kavala, awaiting some sign that he was allowed in. Politeness and shyness were his two biggest traits, and if he wasn't invited to breakfast, he would go off into the city to find a decent inn or something that might provide him with nourishment.

Many thoughts roved his mind as he saw and heard what they had been speaking about before stepping into the doorway. So, Sama'el is getting married to Issima? he thought, but the thoughts quickly flourished away. Just remember what Kavala told you, you'd be able to help Sama'el out by teaching his children, and protecting them. Even if Sama'el didn't return the love you show for him, you'll still be able to show him that you love him and it will matter. These thoughts were upon Leto's mind, as he stood silently within the doorway, a slight smile upon his face, a bit unsure of what to do, or how to exactly enter into the room without disturbing them. Perhaps Kavala would be able to let him know if he was welcome or not, but he didn't want to push the issue.

She had seemed awefully welcoming, and consoling during their glyph-crafting, and he was glad for that much. She was a good person, and Leto knew in his heart that she'd hopefully introduce him, and perhaps allow people to know that he was welcome within the sanctuary. Eyes drifted to Ronan, and then Denen, and somebody else that was with him. Perhaps she is related to him, he thought, all of these thoughts happening within a mere matter of minutes. Now was the moment of truth for him, if he would truly be considered Family amongst them, or not. Even the faces he didn't recognize would hopefully consider him some form of family, if he was able to break out of his shell once more, as he had done previously with Sama'el, Denen, Ronan, and finally Kavala...

OOCPermission to join late given by Kavala, sorry for nearly missing this everyone!

[Kavala]

Kavala introduced everyone around, knowing that some of the Sanctuary denizens did not know some of the Drykas family she seemed to have acquired by way of a friendship with Sama'el. But the horseclans were like that. Family was family despite the thinness of blood and even racial barriers were ignored blatantly when it came to horseflesh and sometimes even Konti.

The only person she didn't know was Denen and his little female companion. She did however gesture to him, look pointedly at Sama'el, and leave room for introductions to him as well. When everyone's name had been given, Kavala nodded and smiled, finding an excuse someone to pause at Leto's side and tuck his arm under hers comfortingly like a cousin would.

"Of course I will marry you two. But I'll need some help getting this place set up for it." She left Leto then for a moment and brought back a piece of wood with several sheets of parchment affixed to it by a large clip at the top. She handed him a small portable pen and ink set and put the stray Drykas to work. It might have seemed pushy, but Kavala knew what Sama'el meant to Leto and she wanted his mind and his hands busy while they planned his friends wedding to a woman that would solidify his claim to Ankal.

"Flowers.. .food... " She rattled off the list of what they needed, pausing when Leto got behind, quickly organizing a small ceremony that everyone could enjoy. As quickly as she could she sent Aweston off for flowers, Rath for meat, and Ronan for a list from the city that would not take each one of them very long to retrieve. There was no time for too many fine things, but Kavala knew Raiha was working on a very fancy dress for an upcoming riverfall event and the two women were roughly the same size though Raiha was taller. It wouldn't be much to take in a helm. Kavala consulted with Raiha for a few minutes in hushed tons and sent the young woman off to finish some hasty needlework with Issima in tow.

Kavala thrived on organizing things, planning, and arranging. The Konti practically glowed with purpose as she figured out where when and how they were going to do it. And before the bell was over, it seemed everything would be ready for late evening so long as they all got a chance to cook, decorate, and get ready. Ronan, in his trip to town, was entrusted to find a confectionery worthy of the wedding. She'd pressed coins into his hand and made sure he knew it had to be spectacular... and more importantly delivered tonight.

"Now... before I get too carried away..." She said, almost moments too late. "Tell me what you want as part of the ceremony? I've been to a couple of dozen weddings on the Grass. I've never seen one here, but Sanctuary is honored you asked us to host. But I do want to give you want you want Sama'el." And it was Sama'els decision, moreso than Issima's, what went into the wedding.

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

As soon as Kavala put on her hostess extraordinaire persona, he knew that asking her had been his wisest choice. Of all his remaining relatives, he had only been truly close to Eldon, and he had ridden for Syliras, and even Eldon was not part of the pavilion he had lost. But he had a sort of bond with Kavala, who seemed to understand him on a spiritual level even when their minds did not quite meet in the middle and Drykas physicality failed them, which wasn't often. Everyone was working, even Issima, and he suddenly felt like he needed to contribute as well. "Well, I haven't been to many. Not since I was a small boy..." He paused. "You know the gods I honor most. I know Issima speaks of Izurdin when she speaks to her weaving. Flowers... the horses... As long as Cheva recognizes it, I'll be happy..." He paused, not wanting to slow down the momentum, but his nerves were shaking with happiness and incipient, well, success. He loved Issima, he loved his friends, and everything was finally moving toward a life he could be proud of, and the return of his pavilion from the ashes and dust. "I'm glad so many people will be there."

[Leto Sunsinger]

As Kavala took Leto's arm comfortingly within hers, Leto smiled, and Kavala could see the appreciation within Leto's obsidian hued eyes. Then she left and came back with some parchment, and an ink set to make Leto feel useful in some way. She definitely knew what Sama'el meant to Leto, and even though Sama'el probably didn't know it yet, Leto would do anything for the man, even assist in planning a wedding for him.

Sitting down with the ink set, Leto would listen to everything Kavala was saying for him to write down, and would quickly write it down as soon as she spoke of it, so as to try and not fall behind. Even though he did a few times, Kavala was good enough to slow down when he did, and that allowed Leto to catch up to where he should be.

Once the list was completed, Leto leaned back in the chair, and awaited any further instructions from Kavala, in order to assist as much as possible with what needed to happen to make this wedding a reality. He was glad that Kavala seemed to know how to take his mind off of Sama'el actually getting married, and even though he knew that Drykas culture didn't necessarily accept him, the elder drykas was going to do everything in his power to do what was necessary to make Sama'el's dream come true.

This meant teaching his kids, helping out with the pavilion when needed, and doing what Sama'el asked of him. Leto was not a natural born leader, but more of a follower, and he'd follow Sama'el wherever he went. He was pretty much forfeiting his own pavilion to see that another thrived, and even though little was left of his pavilion, if the man could see to it that another thrived even better than his own, he'd most certainly do that...

[Mist]

Thread Grading! Kavala XP/Skills: Hostessing- 4, Interrogation- 1, Observation- 2, Planning- 3, Socializing- 3 Lore: Needing some down time, sensing something unsaid, happiness cleanses sadness, helping someone find a place Item/ Consequences: N/A Additional Notes: A interesting little thread, it seemed like Kavala was really in her element in it, with all of those many people. I think she is certainly a group oriented person. I could not imagine how she would get by without lots of people to interact with, and help. Perhaps that is why her healing gnosis is such a good fit. * *** * Raiha XP/Skills: Herbalism- 1, Socialization- 2 Lore: A relationship of four, uncertainty and second thoughts Item/ Consequences: N/A Additional Notes: I always find it interesting to read of Raiha, especially when I get to see into her head like I did here, voicing her internal conversation, and concerns. A really nice touch, which makes it better for the reader, even if no one else IC knows of it. * *** * Denen Brokensong XP/Skills: Observation- 2 Lore: Being happy for another, A natural fear Item/ Consequences: N/A Additional Notes: Denen is certainly a quiet back of the scene individual. I wonder if there is any time were he shows his voice a bit more, and is more vibrant. I suppose fear does tend to make someone try to appear as unnoticeable as possible. I did like that you played to his fear well, many people have such weaknesses, but then do not role play them properly when they encounter them, while you did do well. * *** * Sama'el Sunsinger XP/Skills: Persuasion- 1 Lore: Feelings growing to fruition, asking a favor of a "sister", seize the day by the balls, hoping for a better future Item/ Consequences: N/A Additional Notes: I find a bit entertaining, seeing all the work Sama'el goes through, trying to rebuild his family. I have seen a few of your other threads, and it seems like I always come in on big tragedy, or big happy occasions. Thankfully this was one of the good times. I hope he will be successful in his task of rebuilding his pavilion. * *** * Ronan Sunsinger XP/Skills: Observation- 2, Socailization- 1 Lore: The warmth of friendship, something more to Kavala Item/ Consequences: N/A Additional Notes: This thread seemed pretty busy, with lots of interlocking story-lines. I did find it a bit funny, that at the same time Kavala was wondering on the Akontak, you were wondering on her. Though I think you are both right, in that there is more to them than first is obvious. * *** * Leto Sunsinger XP/Skills: Horsemanship- 2, Planning- 1 Lore: Life: Finding a place Item/ Consequences: N/A Additional Notes: Unfortunately Leto came into the thread a bit late, so did not get to see much time in it. I wish the thread could have gone on a bit more, so I could see how things ended up. Perhaps sometime in the future, I will get to see were this storyline goes. Though I did find Leto's bit interesting. -If you have any questions about the grade, don’t hesitate to PM me.