Chapter 584
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Chapter 584
A less generous woman might curse her son for giving her less than a week to plan the grandest wedding banquet the outer provinces had ever seen, but Sarnai was nothing if not forgiving.
Credit where credit was due, she couldnt have done it alone. Zheng Luo was instrumental as always, not just for her diplomatic managerial style and insight into Imperial Clan traditions, but also for her commendable work ethic and uncanny ability to keep noble fools in line without threatening bodily harm. The girl still had expensive tastes and would no doubt eventually drag Sarnais poor son into crippling poverty, but aside from her repeated and almost insulting offers to help pay for Rain and Milas wedding banquet, Zheng Luo was shaping up to be Sarnais favourite daughter-in-law.
Granted, her opposition was hardly impressive. Mei Lin and Yan were both useless when it came to household matters, and sweet Li Song was oblivious as ever to her own personal feelings, so none of them were any help in the planning process. Then there was the star of todays ceremony, lovely Sumila herself, who had all but disappeared for the last week to solidify her Natal Palace Formation and offered no input on the wedding banquet at all. If she offered so much as a single complaint later today, then Mother save her from Sarnais wrath...
Her poor son had an eye for beauty, but not so much for practicality. No matter. Her dog-brained husband would look after their boy even after she was gone, else she would leave the Mothers warm embrace to haunt him in the afterlife.
After many long days and sleepless nights, Sarnai finally felt she had everything ready for the wedding ceremony and banquet, but then everything went to shit in the early hours of the big day. You corpulent, thrice-cursed glutton of a fool, Sarnai muttered, straining to button the too-small silk shirt in the light of the rising sun. Three days. This outfit was tailored three days ago, and we left two fingers of space for you to grow. How does it not fit?
Though her anger was evident, the ravenous fatty was unrepentant as he squirmed within her grasp, but a sharp look and a soft growl from her lips was enough to put Mafu in his place. Frozen with fear, he let loose with a piteous squeak which had Aurie plodding over in curious concern, and Sarnais poor heart could not take it. Throwing her hands in the air with an exasperated snarl, she pursed her lips and glowered as Mafu slunk away, his half-buttoned, red-silk shirt flapping in the gentle breeze. The buttons along the chest and belly were done up, but his neck, the most visible area, was proving to be a problem. Come, she snapped, pointing at her feet, and the docile wagon quin cautiously meandered into range for her to rub his chin and inspect the buttons. Zheng Luos design, with the buttons underneath the lapel to hide them, a mark of Rains preference for understated simplicity. Better if shed chosen to be more ostentatious, with hook-and-eye buttons or knotted fastenings so there would be more room to work with, but who could have expected the worlds fattest quin would get noticeably fatter in a mere four days?
Peace, my rose. Striding up from behind, Sarnais fool husband wrapped his arms around her waist and gently tried to carry her away, but more fool him. A sharp elbow to the sternum set him right, and she went back to fiddling with the beasts shirt-collar and smoothing his neck fat in a futile attempt to make Mafu skinnier. If the shirt does not fit, her husband said, rubbing his chest where she struck him, Then the boy will ride without it. No one will care if his quin is not decorated.
I care, she snapped, though she couldnt help herself from kissing his chin as he embraced her once more, a silent apology for her rough handling. Go get his other quin. The shirt is too big for Zabu, but a handful of well-placed pins will make it work.
For once, her husband did not jump to obey, and she did not much like his defiance. Did the boy not insist on riding Mafu to the ceremony? Symbolic he said, as quins mate for life, and Mafu is courting little sister Sumilas quin Atir. Leave the poor beast be, my love. No matter how many times you smooth his fur, he will not magically slim down. While her husband gently pulled her away, she stubbornly clung on to the shirt collar until Mafu tried to pull back as well, at which point she had to let go or else the fabric would tear. This is not like you, my beautiful rose, her husband said, pulling her close to nuzzle her neck. Do you not have more pressing concerns besides the quins clothing? Like making sure our son is awake and dressed in time for the hunt?
Hes already awake, she snapped. You can hear him stomping about his room, same as I. As for the hunt? Pei. The hunt is a farce. Grumbling as she sank into his embrace, she watched fat Mafu squirm and shake in an effort to slip out of his clothes, because he was smart enough to know he would get in trouble for ripping them. Tossing him some smoked meat as an apology, she sighed and said, To hunt any game larger than a rabbit, the boy would have to ride at least three days out, if not more. Instead, I had to buy a hog and keep it penned up outside the walls, else hed never make it back in time to have it cooked for dinner.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
And this upsets you?
Of course it does. The rumour-mongers take every opportunity they can to whisper of Falling Rains infirmity, and this mockery of a hunt will do him no favours.
The hunt is an old tradition of the People, my love. I doubt anyone will even notice, except to comment on how the boy slaughters the pig himself. Cleaning and dressing an animal is hardly behaviour befitting an Imperial Scion.
Let them talk then. Huffing in indignation, Sarnai clenched her fist under her husbands nose, daring him to say differently. All customs and traditions are ridiculous, but if he must go through with them, then I will not have him abandoning all our traditions in favour of Imperial ones.
And no one is saying he should, her dog-brained husband said, as if he hadnt just implied as much. But my love, the quins clothing is unimportant. The farce of the hunt is a regrettable necessity. The rumour-mongers will whisper no matter what we do. You know this as well as I do, so I must ask, why are you so concerned?
Because, she grumbled, glaring daggers at the fat quin, There is so much more that could still go wrong, that this over-fed furred sock feels like an omen of sorts. It was such a minor problem, but she was almost beset with tears as she turned to her husband. These are silly traditions, but they are the traditions of the People, and he has so few ties to us as it stands. He never speaks of it, but the near exile wounded him gravely, a wound he has yet to recover from. That is why I insisted he have this traditional wedding ceremony, to remind him and everyone else that his is still one of the People, but now everyone will look down on him for riding an unadorned quin to claim his bride, like a shoddy hunter who can only afford the bare necessities.
Hardly, her husband chuckled, gently turning her aside just in time to see their sons bedroom door swing open. No one would ever dare think the Minister of Finance strapped for coin, not dressed as he is.
Striding out from his room with a bright smile on his handsome face, their son cut an elegant and extravagant figure in his dazzling gold-plated armour. Good morning Mom and Dad. Stopping in front of them with his fists on his hips, he struck a heroic pose with a far-off gaze, turning this way, then that to show off the full effect of his shimmering armour. How do I look?
Like a handsome Imperial Hero. Sarnai meant it too, but her heart ached at how well his unfamiliar trappings drove her earlier point home. The boy looked like an Imperial born, and not just because of his engraved, golden armour, with pauldrons shaped like dragons and billowing clouds etched into his belt, or the Liang family name emblazoned on his chest, a poignant reminder of his backer. There was also the red-silk trappings he wore underneath, a stately, over-embroidered noblemans long-shirt instead of the plain, hip-length shirts he usually favoured, as well as a ruby-studded golden, dragon-horned circlet he wore in place of a helm. True, this was a wedding and he should dress up, but add in his slicked back hair, lightly powdered face, heavy ornamented bracers, and light, decorative cloak, and all this meant his amber eyes were the only visible mark of his heritage as one of the People.
A truth which stung more than it should, considering it was an unprecedented honour for her son to have been raised to Imperial Office and Clan, but it still hurt nonetheless.
Ignorant of her inner thoughts, Rain grinned and gingerly made his way over for a hug. Thanks Mom, but Id feel better if all mothers werent contractually obligated to call their sons handsome. The hug lasted longer than she expected, so she stole in to kiss his cheeks and grinned as he scrunched his nose in mock revulsion. Noooo, he wailed, struggling to break free. Moooommm, youre ruining my make-up!
This brought a laugh to all their lips, and for a moment, everything was perfect, until gluttonous Mafu made his way over with a chittering squeak and pushed his fat head in between them, only too happy to be included in their group hug. Disgraceful quin, Sarnai said, rubbing the beasts chin and shaking her head as his eyes closed in delight. Come, let us get him out of his shirt so you can ride out for your hunt.
Why? He looks so cute in his outfit. Fumbling with the buttons for a bit, Rain gently pressed his knee into Mafus belly, slowly increasing the pressure until the quin was forced to exhale. When her sons hands came away, the shirt was buttoned up and the quin lowered his head to rub his cheeks in frustration, mournfully squeaking in abject defeat. Yes Mafu, I know you dont like the clothes, Rain said, crooning as he hugged the creature tight. But too bad. This is my wedding, so youre gonna dress up and look darling, just like all the other floofs. Quit being a baby, its not even tight. You can swim and eat once the banquet gets underway.
As per tradition, Husolt stood outside to greet them, standing in front of a large red knot hanging over residence doors. Who comes? he called, his expression as serious as the grave, almost serious enough to offset the gaggle of onlookers poking their heads out from their doors.
Falling Rain of the People. Bowing his head while presenting the platter in his hands, bearing the hogs head, heart, and liver, Rain said, Here to present this offering to your home, and prove myself a worthy husband.
Ill be the judge of that, lad. Immediately deviating from the script, Husolt scowled and waved the offerings aside. Leave the hog at the door and follow me, he said, lumbering off towards the roof stairs. Lets see if you got what it takes.
Up on the roof, Sarnai shooed her family out of the way and clung to her husbands arm tight, though she wasnt sure if it was for comfort or to keep him from shaming their son by trying to help him in the games. Thankfully, Rain didnt seem nervous at all, even though Sarnai knew hed barely been able to sleep, because she too hadnt slept and heard him pacing about his room and talking to his fat rabbit all night. There was no sign of that nervous, sleepless boy now, standing there with a big smile on his face while the Laughing Birds crowded around him to inspect his resplendent golden armour. Stop, he laughed, shooing the well-dressed birds away, though he was careful to move slowly so not to accidentally injure the fledglings. This armour is mine, and you cant have it. Shoo.
Eventually, Rain distracted the birds with a few handfuls of dried meat, and luckily none of them thought to leave a disgusting gift on his armour. None too pleased by the delay, Husolt grunted and pointed west at the gate across the plaza, which was currently bustling with traffic moving in and out of the Citadel. I left Tenjin by the gates over there, on top of the wall. Hes got a token for you. Go get it without any help, and bring it back in five minutes or were done here.
Bristling at the onerous task, Sarnai opened her mouth to protest, but Rain had already set off. No, he only walked to the edge of the wall and glanced at the gate. Over there? Doesnt seem too bad. Except it was, because he would have to run down the stairs, across the plaza, up the stairs, and back again, all of which would be easy enough if Rain were still a Martial Warrior, but as he was, he could barely climb one set of stairs without breaking into a sweat, not to mention the bustling crowds in the way.
Times ticking, lad, Husolt said, and for a moment, Sarnai worried that the Divine Blacksmith didnt intend to let his daughter marry a cripple. Failure was no problem, so long as the father of the bride was amenable to the union (or the mother, as was the case with poor Alsantset), but Husolt was a stubborn one and Akanai did so love to spoil her husband...
Be back before you know it. Instead of running for the stairs, Rain reached underneath his cloak and fumbled about before pulling out a rope and grappling hook. Seeing Sarnais surprise, he grinned and said, Charok warned me to be prepared, and you can hide a surprisingly large bag under this silly cloak. Only thing its good for. Be right back.
Then, without checking the grappling hook to make sure it was secure, Sarnais son leapt off the roof and plummeted towards the ground.
It felt like an eternity before the rope drew taut, but it couldnt have been more than a second because Sarnai was already looking over the edge and ready to throw herself down after him if need be. Five stories was not an insurmountable height to jump from, especially not for a Peak Expert like Sarnai, but even a young man of BoShui's calibre would injure himself falling from this high up. Rain had gone over the edge without blinking, and was now shimmying his way down the rope with such speed and skill she had to wonder where he learned it. Shooting an accusatory gaze at her husband, he responded with a convincing shrug of ignorance, but it was their daughter who supplied an answer. The obstacle course, Alsantset said, beaming at her little brothers unexpected prowess. He must have been running it with his animals for fun and picked up a few tricks.
By now, Rains feet had already reached the ground, and he shook the grappling hook free with a flick of his wrist. Stopping just long enough to catch it, he set off for the gates at a steady pace, shouting, Make way please. Imperial Scion coming through. Meep Meep. What those sounds meant, Sarnai couldnt say, but the crowd cleared out of his way with utmost haste, most likely because of his striking Imperial armour. There was almost no suspense as they watched him jog across the plaza, but instead of heading up the stairs, he stopped at the base of the wall and raised his hands to his mouth, no doubt shouting something to Tenjin up top.
Whatever it was, it set Husolt to laughing. Good lad there, he chortled, making sure not to look at Sarnai or her husband. Hes extorting Tenjin, saying hell spread all of the poor boys dirty secrets if he dont throw the token down. Now hes asking me what to do. Care to weigh in on what I should say?
What dirty secrets? her idiot husband asked, and Sarnai shot him a dark look telling him to keep quiet. What secrets indeed, as if any of them knew, but as far as she could tell, Tenjin didnt have any such secret and Rain was threatening to spread unfounded rumours. A dirty trick, one he learned in all his political dealings, but he had to use the tools at his disposal for the task at hand.
To this end, Sarnai shrugged and said, It is up to you, Father-in-Law. A man must take responsibility for his own decisions after all. A not so subtle reminder that if Rain were to fail this task and be refused Sumilas hand in marriage, then the responsibility would fall squarely on Husolts shoulders.
And Sarnai would be sure to collect this debt from his hide.
The smile faded from Husolts face, and he spent a good half minute clearing his throat. By then, Rain was already making his way back over with plenty of time to spare. Already, Sarnai could imagine what the rumour-mongers would say, about how Fire-Bird Tenjin had a shameful secret known only by Falling Rain, but ultimately it would lead to nothing. Anyone whod seen them together would know they were as close as brothers, and it was only Tenjins refusal for a more prominent rank or title that kept him where he was. Unlike Sarnais dog-brained husband, Tenjin wanted to settle down with his beloved to start a family, and it was Tursinais love of adventure that brought them out here, rather than his own personal quest for glory. A commendable outlook and a respectable young man, so Sarnai would make sure to scold her son for teasing Tenjin so.
Having returned to the rooftop via the stairs, Rain grinned as he handed the wooden token to Husolt with both hands, and miraculously even refrained from making taunts, though this might have been because he was already out of breath. Next came a complex blacksmiths puzzle which he solved with ease, then Husolt made him demonstrate his skills with a crossbow and throwing knife, which were... passable. Lastly, Husolt posed the boy a riddle involving a life and death situation in which he was forced to pick and choose which of his pets to save and which he would let die. Unfortunately, Rain was physically incapable of making a decision and asked so many questions Husolt eventually just refused to answer, at which point the boy finally answered, whoevers closest, because that gave him the best odds of saving as many of his beloved pets as he could.
All right lad, all right, Husolt grumbled, holding his hands up to stem the tide of follow up questions. I give up. You passed. It was a hypothetical situation. No need to keep dwelling on it anymore. Shaking his head, he sighed and put both hands on the boys shoulders. The difference in size was staggering to behold, for Rain was not a large man and Husolt made most Martial Warriors appear downright dainty, but the boy held up well under the pressure. I already told you what would happen if you ever made my girl cry, and yer a better Son-in-Law than most. I gave you my blessing when the two of you were betrothed, and you still have my blessing today on the day you wed. You just take good care of her, you hear? You make sure she remembers to visit. You know how she is, always focused on her next project or milestone or whatnot. Shes a strong girl, but she needs a strong person to support her, because shes always pushin her limits, and shell push yours too.
By now, the massive warrior was crying like a child, and Rain pushed in to hug him tight. Dont worry, Grandpa. I wont let you down.
Bah, what grandpa? Its Father-in-Law now, or will be soon enough. Though Rain and Husolt shared a silly smile at the absurdity of their family situation, Sarnai felt a headache coming on. Seniority was important in a family, but she could not accept her son becoming her Brother-in-Law, nor did she know how to behave around her Sister-in-Law turned Daughter-in-Law.
All matters for another day, for now it was finally time for the marriage ceremony, or so Sarnai thought. I got one last test for you, lad, Husolt said, wiping his tears and limbering up with his staff. Yer Pa kept jawin on about how you got some real impressive moves, and I want to see them fer meself. Come, show this here grand-daddy what you got.
This time, it was not just Sarnai glaring daggers at her dog-brained husband, as Rain and Alsantset added their glares as well. It was almost enough to make her pity the poor fool, until she remembered that hed brought this upon himself.
Muttering a curse underneath her breath, Sarnai crossed her arms and audibly growled as her son and her father-in-law took up arms and beat each other like cretins. All she wanted was the ceremony to go well without incident. After that, the banquet could end in disaster and she still wouldnt bat an eye, but stubborn Husolt just refused to let things happen in a timely manner. Not for the first time, Sarnai reflected on how bittersweet her husbands recent adoption had become, and dreaded what life with her new in-laws might become...
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Chapter 584
A less generous woman might curse her son for giving her less than a week to plan the grandest wedding banquet the outer provinces had ever seen, but Sarnai was nothing if not forgiving.
Credit where credit was due, she couldnt have done it alone. Zheng Luo was instrumental as always, not just for her diplomatic managerial style and insight into Imperial Clan traditions, but also for her commendable work ethic and uncanny ability to keep noble fools in line without threatening bodily harm. The girl still had expensive tastes and would no doubt eventually drag Sarnais poor son into crippling poverty, but aside from her repeated and almost insulting offers to help pay for Rain and Milas wedding banquet, Zheng Luo was shaping up to be Sarnais favourite daughter-in-law.
Granted, her opposition was hardly impressive. Mei Lin and Yan were both useless when it came to household matters, and sweet Li Song was oblivious as ever to her own personal feelings, so none of them were any help in the planning process. Then there was the star of todays ceremony, lovely Sumila herself, who had all but disappeared for the last week to solidify her Natal Palace Formation and offered no input on the wedding banquet at all. If she offered so much as a single complaint later today, then Mother save her from Sarnais wrath...
Her poor son had an eye for beauty, but not so much for practicality. No matter. Her dog-brained husband would look after their boy even after she was gone, else she would leave the Mothers warm embrace to haunt him in the afterlife.
After many long days and sleepless nights, Sarnai finally felt she had everything ready for the wedding ceremony and banquet, but then everything went to shit in the early hours of the big day. You corpulent, thrice-cursed glutton of a fool, Sarnai muttered, straining to button the too-small silk shirt in the light of the rising sun. Three days. This outfit was tailored three days ago, and we left two fingers of space for you to grow. How does it not fit?
Though her anger was evident, the ravenous fatty was unrepentant as he squirmed within her grasp, but a sharp look and a soft growl from her lips was enough to put Mafu in his place. Frozen with fear, he let loose with a piteous squeak which had Aurie plodding over in curious concern, and Sarnais poor heart could not take it. Throwing her hands in the air with an exasperated snarl, she pursed her lips and glowered as Mafu slunk away, his half-buttoned, red-silk shirt flapping in the gentle breeze. The buttons along the chest and belly were done up, but his neck, the most visible area, was proving to be a problem. Come, she snapped, pointing at her feet, and the docile wagon quin cautiously meandered into range for her to rub his chin and inspect the buttons. Zheng Luos design, with the buttons underneath the lapel to hide them, a mark of Rains preference for understated simplicity. Better if shed chosen to be more ostentatious, with hook-and-eye buttons or knotted fastenings so there would be more room to work with, but who could have expected the worlds fattest quin would get noticeably fatter in a mere four days?
Peace, my rose. Striding up from behind, Sarnais fool husband wrapped his arms around her waist and gently tried to carry her away, but more fool him. A sharp elbow to the sternum set him right, and she went back to fiddling with the beasts shirt-collar and smoothing his neck fat in a futile attempt to make Mafu skinnier. If the shirt does not fit, her husband said, rubbing his chest where she struck him, Then the boy will ride without it. No one will care if his quin is not decorated.
I care, she snapped, though she couldnt help herself from kissing his chin as he embraced her once more, a silent apology for her rough handling. Go get his other quin. The shirt is too big for Zabu, but a handful of well-placed pins will make it work.
For once, her husband did not jump to obey, and she did not much like his defiance. Did the boy not insist on riding Mafu to the ceremony? Symbolic he said, as quins mate for life, and Mafu is courting little sister Sumilas quin Atir. Leave the poor beast be, my love. No matter how many times you smooth his fur, he will not magically slim down. While her husband gently pulled her away, she stubbornly clung on to the shirt collar until Mafu tried to pull back as well, at which point she had to let go or else the fabric would tear. This is not like you, my beautiful rose, her husband said, pulling her close to nuzzle her neck. Do you not have more pressing concerns besides the quins clothing? Like making sure our son is awake and dressed in time for the hunt?
Hes already awake, she snapped. You can hear him stomping about his room, same as I. As for the hunt? Pei. The hunt is a farce. Grumbling as she sank into his embrace, she watched fat Mafu squirm and shake in an effort to slip out of his clothes, because he was smart enough to know he would get in trouble for ripping them. Tossing him some smoked meat as an apology, she sighed and said, To hunt any game larger than a rabbit, the boy would have to ride at least three days out, if not more. Instead, I had to buy a hog and keep it penned up outside the walls, else hed never make it back in time to have it cooked for dinner.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
And this upsets you?
Of course it does. The rumour-mongers take every opportunity they can to whisper of Falling Rains infirmity, and this mockery of a hunt will do him no favours.
The hunt is an old tradition of the People, my love. I doubt anyone will even notice, except to comment on how the boy slaughters the pig himself. Cleaning and dressing an animal is hardly behaviour befitting an Imperial Scion.
Let them talk then. Huffing in indignation, Sarnai clenched her fist under her husbands nose, daring him to say differently. All customs and traditions are ridiculous, but if he must go through with them, then I will not have him abandoning all our traditions in favour of Imperial ones.
And no one is saying he should, her dog-brained husband said, as if he hadnt just implied as much. But my love, the quins clothing is unimportant. The farce of the hunt is a regrettable necessity. The rumour-mongers will whisper no matter what we do. You know this as well as I do, so I must ask, why are you so concerned?
Because, she grumbled, glaring daggers at the fat quin, There is so much more that could still go wrong, that this over-fed furred sock feels like an omen of sorts. It was such a minor problem, but she was almost beset with tears as she turned to her husband. These are silly traditions, but they are the traditions of the People, and he has so few ties to us as it stands. He never speaks of it, but the near exile wounded him gravely, a wound he has yet to recover from. That is why I insisted he have this traditional wedding ceremony, to remind him and everyone else that his is still one of the People, but now everyone will look down on him for riding an unadorned quin to claim his bride, like a shoddy hunter who can only afford the bare necessities.
Hardly, her husband chuckled, gently turning her aside just in time to see their sons bedroom door swing open. No one would ever dare think the Minister of Finance strapped for coin, not dressed as he is.
Striding out from his room with a bright smile on his handsome face, their son cut an elegant and extravagant figure in his dazzling gold-plated armour. Good morning Mom and Dad. Stopping in front of them with his fists on his hips, he struck a heroic pose with a far-off gaze, turning this way, then that to show off the full effect of his shimmering armour. How do I look?
Like a handsome Imperial Hero. Sarnai meant it too, but her heart ached at how well his unfamiliar trappings drove her earlier point home. The boy looked like an Imperial born, and not just because of his engraved, golden armour, with pauldrons shaped like dragons and billowing clouds etched into his belt, or the Liang family name emblazoned on his chest, a poignant reminder of his backer. There was also the red-silk trappings he wore underneath, a stately, over-embroidered noblemans long-shirt instead of the plain, hip-length shirts he usually favoured, as well as a ruby-studded golden, dragon-horned circlet he wore in place of a helm. True, this was a wedding and he should dress up, but add in his slicked back hair, lightly powdered face, heavy ornamented bracers, and light, decorative cloak, and all this meant his amber eyes were the only visible mark of his heritage as one of the People.
A truth which stung more than it should, considering it was an unprecedented honour for her son to have been raised to Imperial Office and Clan, but it still hurt nonetheless.
Ignorant of her inner thoughts, Rain grinned and gingerly made his way over for a hug. Thanks Mom, but Id feel better if all mothers werent contractually obligated to call their sons handsome. The hug lasted longer than she expected, so she stole in to kiss his cheeks and grinned as he scrunched his nose in mock revulsion. Noooo, he wailed, struggling to break free. Moooommm, youre ruining my make-up!
This brought a laugh to all their lips, and for a moment, everything was perfect, until gluttonous Mafu made his way over with a chittering squeak and pushed his fat head in between them, only too happy to be included in their group hug. Disgraceful quin, Sarnai said, rubbing the beasts chin and shaking her head as his eyes closed in delight. Come, let us get him out of his shirt so you can ride out for your hunt.
Why? He looks so cute in his outfit. Fumbling with the buttons for a bit, Rain gently pressed his knee into Mafus belly, slowly increasing the pressure until the quin was forced to exhale. When her sons hands came away, the shirt was buttoned up and the quin lowered his head to rub his cheeks in frustration, mournfully squeaking in abject defeat. Yes Mafu, I know you dont like the clothes, Rain said, crooning as he hugged the creature tight. But too bad. This is my wedding, so youre gonna dress up and look darling, just like all the other floofs. Quit being a baby, its not even tight. You can swim and eat once the banquet gets underway.
As per tradition, Husolt stood outside to greet them, standing in front of a large red knot hanging over residence doors. Who comes? he called, his expression as serious as the grave, almost serious enough to offset the gaggle of onlookers poking their heads out from their doors.
Falling Rain of the People. Bowing his head while presenting the platter in his hands, bearing the hogs head, heart, and liver, Rain said, Here to present this offering to your home, and prove myself a worthy husband.
Ill be the judge of that, lad. Immediately deviating from the script, Husolt scowled and waved the offerings aside. Leave the hog at the door and follow me, he said, lumbering off towards the roof stairs. Lets see if you got what it takes.
Up on the roof, Sarnai shooed her family out of the way and clung to her husbands arm tight, though she wasnt sure if it was for comfort or to keep him from shaming their son by trying to help him in the games. Thankfully, Rain didnt seem nervous at all, even though Sarnai knew hed barely been able to sleep, because she too hadnt slept and heard him pacing about his room and talking to his fat rabbit all night. There was no sign of that nervous, sleepless boy now, standing there with a big smile on his face while the Laughing Birds crowded around him to inspect his resplendent golden armour. Stop, he laughed, shooing the well-dressed birds away, though he was careful to move slowly so not to accidentally injure the fledglings. This armour is mine, and you cant have it. Shoo.
Eventually, Rain distracted the birds with a few handfuls of dried meat, and luckily none of them thought to leave a disgusting gift on his armour. None too pleased by the delay, Husolt grunted and pointed west at the gate across the plaza, which was currently bustling with traffic moving in and out of the Citadel. I left Tenjin by the gates over there, on top of the wall. Hes got a token for you. Go get it without any help, and bring it back in five minutes or were done here.
Bristling at the onerous task, Sarnai opened her mouth to protest, but Rain had already set off. No, he only walked to the edge of the wall and glanced at the gate. Over there? Doesnt seem too bad. Except it was, because he would have to run down the stairs, across the plaza, up the stairs, and back again, all of which would be easy enough if Rain were still a Martial Warrior, but as he was, he could barely climb one set of stairs without breaking into a sweat, not to mention the bustling crowds in the way.
Times ticking, lad, Husolt said, and for a moment, Sarnai worried that the Divine Blacksmith didnt intend to let his daughter marry a cripple. Failure was no problem, so long as the father of the bride was amenable to the union (or the mother, as was the case with poor Alsantset), but Husolt was a stubborn one and Akanai did so love to spoil her husband...
Be back before you know it. Instead of running for the stairs, Rain reached underneath his cloak and fumbled about before pulling out a rope and grappling hook. Seeing Sarnais surprise, he grinned and said, Charok warned me to be prepared, and you can hide a surprisingly large bag under this silly cloak. Only thing its good for. Be right back.
Then, without checking the grappling hook to make sure it was secure, Sarnais son leapt off the roof and plummeted towards the ground.
It felt like an eternity before the rope drew taut, but it couldnt have been more than a second because Sarnai was already looking over the edge and ready to throw herself down after him if need be. Five stories was not an insurmountable height to jump from, especially not for a Peak Expert like Sarnai, but even a young man of BoShui's calibre would injure himself falling from this high up. Rain had gone over the edge without blinking, and was now shimmying his way down the rope with such speed and skill she had to wonder where he learned it. Shooting an accusatory gaze at her husband, he responded with a convincing shrug of ignorance, but it was their daughter who supplied an answer. The obstacle course, Alsantset said, beaming at her little brothers unexpected prowess. He must have been running it with his animals for fun and picked up a few tricks.
By now, Rains feet had already reached the ground, and he shook the grappling hook free with a flick of his wrist. Stopping just long enough to catch it, he set off for the gates at a steady pace, shouting, Make way please. Imperial Scion coming through. Meep Meep. What those sounds meant, Sarnai couldnt say, but the crowd cleared out of his way with utmost haste, most likely because of his striking Imperial armour. There was almost no suspense as they watched him jog across the plaza, but instead of heading up the stairs, he stopped at the base of the wall and raised his hands to his mouth, no doubt shouting something to Tenjin up top.
Whatever it was, it set Husolt to laughing. Good lad there, he chortled, making sure not to look at Sarnai or her husband. Hes extorting Tenjin, saying hell spread all of the poor boys dirty secrets if he dont throw the token down. Now hes asking me what to do. Care to weigh in on what I should say?
What dirty secrets? her idiot husband asked, and Sarnai shot him a dark look telling him to keep quiet. What secrets indeed, as if any of them knew, but as far as she could tell, Tenjin didnt have any such secret and Rain was threatening to spread unfounded rumours. A dirty trick, one he learned in all his political dealings, but he had to use the tools at his disposal for the task at hand.
To this end, Sarnai shrugged and said, It is up to you, Father-in-Law. A man must take responsibility for his own decisions after all. A not so subtle reminder that if Rain were to fail this task and be refused Sumilas hand in marriage, then the responsibility would fall squarely on Husolts shoulders.
And Sarnai would be sure to collect this debt from his hide.
The smile faded from Husolts face, and he spent a good half minute clearing his throat. By then, Rain was already making his way back over with plenty of time to spare. Already, Sarnai could imagine what the rumour-mongers would say, about how Fire-Bird Tenjin had a shameful secret known only by Falling Rain, but ultimately it would lead to nothing. Anyone whod seen them together would know they were as close as brothers, and it was only Tenjins refusal for a more prominent rank or title that kept him where he was. Unlike Sarnais dog-brained husband, Tenjin wanted to settle down with his beloved to start a family, and it was Tursinais love of adventure that brought them out here, rather than his own personal quest for glory. A commendable outlook and a respectable young man, so Sarnai would make sure to scold her son for teasing Tenjin so.
Having returned to the rooftop via the stairs, Rain grinned as he handed the wooden token to Husolt with both hands, and miraculously even refrained from making taunts, though this might have been because he was already out of breath. Next came a complex blacksmiths puzzle which he solved with ease, then Husolt made him demonstrate his skills with a crossbow and throwing knife, which were... passable. Lastly, Husolt posed the boy a riddle involving a life and death situation in which he was forced to pick and choose which of his pets to save and which he would let die. Unfortunately, Rain was physically incapable of making a decision and asked so many questions Husolt eventually just refused to answer, at which point the boy finally answered, whoevers closest, because that gave him the best odds of saving as many of his beloved pets as he could.
All right lad, all right, Husolt grumbled, holding his hands up to stem the tide of follow up questions. I give up. You passed. It was a hypothetical situation. No need to keep dwelling on it anymore. Shaking his head, he sighed and put both hands on the boys shoulders. The difference in size was staggering to behold, for Rain was not a large man and Husolt made most Martial Warriors appear downright dainty, but the boy held up well under the pressure. I already told you what would happen if you ever made my girl cry, and yer a better Son-in-Law than most. I gave you my blessing when the two of you were betrothed, and you still have my blessing today on the day you wed. You just take good care of her, you hear? You make sure she remembers to visit. You know how she is, always focused on her next project or milestone or whatnot. Shes a strong girl, but she needs a strong person to support her, because shes always pushin her limits, and shell push yours too.
By now, the massive warrior was crying like a child, and Rain pushed in to hug him tight. Dont worry, Grandpa. I wont let you down.
Bah, what grandpa? Its Father-in-Law now, or will be soon enough. Though Rain and Husolt shared a silly smile at the absurdity of their family situation, Sarnai felt a headache coming on. Seniority was important in a family, but she could not accept her son becoming her Brother-in-Law, nor did she know how to behave around her Sister-in-Law turned Daughter-in-Law.
All matters for another day, for now it was finally time for the marriage ceremony, or so Sarnai thought. I got one last test for you, lad, Husolt said, wiping his tears and limbering up with his staff. Yer Pa kept jawin on about how you got some real impressive moves, and I want to see them fer meself. Come, show this here grand-daddy what you got.
This time, it was not just Sarnai glaring daggers at her dog-brained husband, as Rain and Alsantset added their glares as well. It was almost enough to make her pity the poor fool, until she remembered that hed brought this upon himself.
Muttering a curse underneath her breath, Sarnai crossed her arms and audibly growled as her son and her father-in-law took up arms and beat each other like cretins. All she wanted was the ceremony to go well without incident. After that, the banquet could end in disaster and she still wouldnt bat an eye, but stubborn Husolt just refused to let things happen in a timely manner. Not for the first time, Sarnai reflected on how bittersweet her husbands recent adoption had become, and dreaded what life with her new in-laws might become...
Chapter Meme
Chapter 584A less generous woman might curse her son for giving her less than a week to plan the grandest wedding banquet the outer provinces had ever seen, but Sarnai was nothing if not forgiving.Credit where credit was due, she couldnt have done it alone. Zheng Luo was instrumental as always, not just for her diplomatic managerial style and insight into Imperial Clan traditions, but also for her commendable work ethic and uncanny ability to keep noble fools in line without threatening bodily harm. The girl still had expensive tastes and would no doubt eventually drag Sarnais poor son into crippling poverty, but aside from her repeated and almost insulting offers to help pay for Rain and Milas wedding banquet, Zheng Luo was shaping up to be Sarnais favourite daughter-in-law.Granted, her opposition was hardly impressive. Mei Lin and Yan were both useless when it came to household matters, and sweet Li Song was oblivious as ever to her own personal feelings, so none of them were any help in the planning process. Then there was the star of todays ceremony, lovely Sumila herself, who had all but disappeared for the last week to solidify her Natal Palace Formation and offered no input on the wedding banquet at all. If she offered so much as a single complaint later today, then Mother save her from Sarnais wrath...Her poor son had an eye for beauty, but not so much for practicality. No matter. Her dog-brained husband would look after their boy even after she was gone, else she would leave the Mothers warm embrace to haunt him in the afterlife.After many long days and sleepless nights, Sarnai finally felt she had everything ready for the wedding ceremony and banquet, but then everything went to shit in the early hours of the big day. You corpulent, thrice-cursed glutton of a fool, Sarnai muttered, straining to button the too-small silk shirt in the light of the rising sun. Three days. This outfit was tailored three days ago, and we left two fingers of space for you to grow. How does it not fit?Though her anger was evident, the ravenous fatty was unrepentant as he squirmed within her grasp, but a sharp look and a soft growl from her lips was enough to put Mafu in his place. Frozen with fear, he let loose with a piteous squeak which had Aurie plodding over in curious concern, and Sarnais poor heart could not take it. Throwing her hands in the air with an exasperated snarl, she pursed her lips and glowered as Mafu slunk away, his half-buttoned, red-silk shirt flapping in the gentle breeze. The buttons along the chest and belly were done up, but his neck, the most visible area, was proving to be a problem. Come, she snapped, pointing at her feet, and the docile wagon quin cautiously meandered into range for her to rub his chin and inspect the buttons. Zheng Luos design, with the buttons underneath the lapel to hide them, a mark of Rains preference for understated simplicity. Better if shed chosen to be more ostentatious, with hook-and-eye buttons or knotted fastenings so there would be more room to work with, but who could have expected the worlds fattest quin would get noticeably fatter in a mere four days?Peace, my rose. Striding up from behind, Sarnais fool husband wrapped his arms around her waist and gently tried to carry her away, but more fool him. A sharp elbow to the sternum set him right, and she went back to fiddling with the beasts shirt-collar and smoothing his neck fat in a futile attempt to make Mafu skinnier. If the shirt does not fit, her husband said, rubbing his chest where she struck him, Then the boy will ride without it. No one will care if his quin is not decorated.I care, she snapped, though she couldnt help herself from kissing his chin as he embraced her once more, a silent apology for her rough handling. Go get his other quin. The shirt is too big for Zabu, but a handful of well-placed pins will make it work.For once, her husband did not jump to obey, and she did not much like his defiance. Did the boy not insist on riding Mafu to the ceremony? Symbolic he said, as quins mate for life, and Mafu is courting little sister Sumilas quin Atir. Leave the poor beast be, my love. No matter how many times you smooth his fur, he will not magically slim down. While her husband gently pulled her away, she stubbornly clung on to the shirt collar until Mafu tried to pull back as well, at which point she had to let go or else the fabric would tear. This is not like you, my beautiful rose, her husband said, pulling her close to nuzzle her neck. Do you not have more pressing concerns besides the quins clothing? Like making sure our son is awake and dressed in time for the hunt?Hes already awake, she snapped. You can hear him stomping about his room, same as I. As for the hunt? Pei. The hunt is a farce. Grumbling as she sank into his embrace, she watched fat Mafu squirm and shake in an effort to slip out of his clothes, because he was smart enough to know he would get in trouble for ripping them. Tossing him some smoked meat as an apology, she sighed and said, To hunt any game larger than a rabbit, the boy would have to ride at least three days out, if not more. Instead, I had to buy a hog and keep it penned up outside the walls, else hed never make it back in time to have it cooked for dinner.Updated from novelbin.comAnd this upsets you?Of course it does. The rumour-mongers take every opportunity they can to whisper of Falling Rains infirmity, and this mockery of a hunt will do him no favours.The hunt is an old tradition of the People, my love. I doubt anyone will even notice, except to comment on how the boy slaughters the pig himself. Cleaning and dressing an animal is hardly behaviour befitting an Imperial Scion.Let them talk then. Huffing in indignation, Sarnai clenched her fist under her husbands nose, daring him to say differently. All customs and traditions are ridiculous, but if he must go through with them, then I will not have him abandoning all our traditions in favour of Imperial ones.And no one is saying he should, her dog-brained husband said, as if he hadnt just implied as much. But my love, the quins clothing is unimportant. The farce of the hunt is a regrettable necessity. The rumour-mongers will whisper no matter what we do. You know this as well as I do, so I must ask, why are you so concerned?Because, she grumbled, glaring daggers at the fat quin, There is so much more that could still go wrong, that this over-fed furred sock feels like an omen of sorts. It was such a minor problem, but she was almost beset with tears as she turned to her husband. These are silly traditions, but they are the traditions of the People, and he has so few ties to us as it stands. He never speaks of it, but the near exile wounded him gravely, a wound he has yet to recover from. That is why I insisted he have this traditional wedding ceremony, to remind him and everyone else that his is still one of the People, but now everyone will look down on him for riding an unadorned quin to claim his bride, like a shoddy hunter who can only afford the bare necessities.Hardly, her husband chuckled, gently turning her aside just in time to see their sons bedroom door swing open. No one would ever dare think the Minister of Finance strapped for coin, not dressed as he is.Striding out from his room with a bright smile on his handsome face, their son cut an elegant and extravagant figure in his dazzling gold-plated armour. Good morning Mom and Dad. Stopping in front of them with his fists on his hips, he struck a heroic pose with a far-off gaze, turning this way, then that to show off the full effect of his shimmering armour. How do I look?Like a handsome Imperial Hero. Sarnai meant it too, but her heart ached at how well his unfamiliar trappings drove her earlier point home. The boy looked like an Imperial born, and not just because of his engraved, golden armour, with pauldrons shaped like dragons and billowing clouds etched into his belt, or the Liang family name emblazoned on his chest, a poignant reminder of his backer. There was also the red-silk trappings he wore underneath, a stately, over-embroidered noblemans long-shirt instead of the plain, hip-length shirts he usually favoured, as well as a ruby-studded golden, dragon-horned circlet he wore in place of a helm. True, this was a wedding and he should dress up, but add in his slicked back hair, lightly powdered face, heavy ornamented bracers, and light, decorative cloak, and all this meant his amber eyes were the only visible mark of his heritage as one of the People.A truth which stung more than it should, considering it was an unprecedented honour for her son to have been raised to Imperial Office and Clan, but it still hurt nonetheless.Ignorant of her inner thoughts, Rain grinned and gingerly made his way over for a hug. Thanks Mom, but Id feel better if all mothers werent contractually obligated to call their sons handsome. The hug lasted longer than she expected, so she stole in to kiss his cheeks and grinned as he scrunched his nose in mock revulsion. Noooo, he wailed, struggling to break free. Moooommm, youre ruining my make-up!This brought a laugh to all their lips, and for a moment, everything was perfect, until gluttonous Mafu made his way over with a chittering squeak and pushed his fat head in between them, only too happy to be included in their group hug. Disgraceful quin, Sarnai said, rubbing the beasts chin and shaking her head as his eyes closed in delight. Come, let us get him out of his shirt so you can ride out for your hunt.Why? He looks so cute in his outfit. Fumbling with the buttons for a bit, Rain gently pressed his knee into Mafus belly, slowly increasing the pressure until the quin was forced to exhale. When her sons hands came away, the shirt was buttoned up and the quin lowered his head to rub his cheeks in frustration, mournfully squeaking in abject defeat. Yes Mafu, I know you dont like the clothes, Rain said, crooning as he hugged the creature tight. But too bad. This is my wedding, so youre gonna dress up and look darling, just like all the other floofs. Quit being a baby, its not even tight. You can swim and eat once the banquet gets underway.As per tradition, Husolt stood outside to greet them, standing in front of a large red knot hanging over residence doors. Who comes? he called, his expression as serious as the grave, almost serious enough to offset the gaggle of onlookers poking their heads out from their doors.Falling Rain of the People. Bowing his head while presenting the platter in his hands, bearing the hogs head, heart, and liver, Rain said, Here to present this offering to your home, and prove myself a worthy husband.Ill be the judge of that, lad. Immediately deviating from the script, Husolt scowled and waved the offerings aside. Leave the hog at the door and follow me, he said, lumbering off towards the roof stairs. Lets see if you got what it takes.Up on the roof, Sarnai shooed her family out of the way and clung to her husbands arm tight, though she wasnt sure if it was for comfort or to keep him from shaming their son by trying to help him in the games. Thankfully, Rain didnt seem nervous at all, even though Sarnai knew hed barely been able to sleep, because she too hadnt slept and heard him pacing about his room and talking to his fat rabbit all night. There was no sign of that nervous, sleepless boy now, standing there with a big smile on his face while the Laughing Birds crowded around him to inspect his resplendent golden armour. Stop, he laughed, shooing the well-dressed birds away, though he was careful to move slowly so not to accidentally injure the fledglings. This armour is mine, and you cant have it. Shoo.Eventually, Rain distracted the birds with a few handfuls of dried meat, and luckily none of them thought to leave a disgusting gift on his armour. None too pleased by the delay, Husolt grunted and pointed west at the gate across the plaza, which was currently bustling with traffic moving in and out of the Citadel. I left Tenjin by the gates over there, on top of the wall. Hes got a token for you. Go get it without any help, and bring it back in five minutes or were done here.Bristling at the onerous task, Sarnai opened her mouth to protest, but Rain had already set off. No, he only walked to the edge of the wall and glanced at the gate. Over there? Doesnt seem too bad. Except it was, because he would have to run down the stairs, across the plaza, up the stairs, and back again, all of which would be easy enough if Rain were still a Martial Warrior, but as he was, he could barely climb one set of stairs without breaking into a sweat, not to mention the bustling crowds in the way.Times ticking, lad, Husolt said, and for a moment, Sarnai worried that the Divine Blacksmith didnt intend to let his daughter marry a cripple. Failure was no problem, so long as the father of the bride was amenable to the union or the mother, as was the case with poor Alsantset, but Husolt was a stubborn one and Akanai did so love to spoil her husband...Be back before you know it. Instead of running for the stairs, Rain reached underneath his cloak and fumbled about before pulling out a rope and grappling hook. Seeing Sarnais surprise, he grinned and said, Charok warned me to be prepared, and you can hide a surprisingly large bag under this silly cloak. Only thing its good for. Be right back.Then, without checking the grappling hook to make sure it was secure, Sarnais son leapt off the roof and plummeted towards the ground.It felt like an eternity before the rope drew taut, but it couldnt have been more than a second because Sarnai was already looking over the edge and ready to throw herself down after him if need be. Five stories was not an insurmountable height to jump from, especially not for a Peak Expert like Sarnai, but even a young man of BoShui's calibre would injure himself falling from this high up. Rain had gone over the edge without blinking, and was now shimmying his way down the rope with such speed and skill she had to wonder where he learned it. Shooting an accusatory gaze at her husband, he responded with a convincing shrug of ignorance, but it was their daughter who supplied an answer. The obstacle course, Alsantset said, beaming at her little brothers unexpected prowess. He must have been running it with his animals for fun and picked up a few tricks.By now, Rains feet had already reached the ground, and he shook the grappling hook free with a flick of his wrist. Stopping just long enough to catch it, he set off for the gates at a steady pace, shouting, Make way please. Imperial Scion coming through. Meep Meep. What those sounds meant, Sarnai couldnt say, but the crowd cleared out of his way with utmost haste, most likely because of his striking Imperial armour. There was almost no suspense as they watched him jog across the plaza, but instead of heading up the stairs, he stopped at the base of the wall and raised his hands to his mouth, no doubt shouting something to Tenjin up top.Whatever it was, it set Husolt to laughing. Good lad there, he chortled, making sure not to look at Sarnai or her husband. Hes extorting Tenjin, saying hell spread all of the poor boys dirty secrets if he dont throw the token down. Now hes asking me what to do. Care to weigh in on what I should say?What dirty secrets? her idiot husband asked, and Sarnai shot him a dark look telling him to keep quiet. What secrets indeed, as if any of them knew, but as far as she could tell, Tenjin didnt have any such secret and Rain was threatening to spread unfounded rumours. A dirty trick, one he learned in all his political dealings, but he had to use the tools at his disposal for the task at hand.To this end, Sarnai shrugged and said, It is up to you, Father-in-Law. A man must take responsibility for his own decisions after all. A not so subtle reminder that if Rain were to fail this task and be refused Sumilas hand in marriage, then the responsibility would fall squarely on Husolts shoulders.And Sarnai would be sure to collect this debt from his hide.The smile faded from Husolts face, and he spent a good half minute clearing his throat. By then, Rain was already making his way back over with plenty of time to spare. Already, Sarnai could imagine what the rumour-mongers would say, about how Fire-Bird Tenjin had a shameful secret known only by Falling Rain, but ultimately it would lead to nothing. Anyone whod seen them together would know they were as close as brothers, and it was only Tenjins refusal for a more prominent rank or title that kept him where he was. Unlike Sarnais dog-brained husband, Tenjin wanted to settle down with his beloved to start a family, and it was Tursinais love of adventure that brought them out here, rather than his own personal quest for glory. A commendable outlook and a respectable young man, so Sarnai would make sure to scold her son for teasing Tenjin so.Having returned to the rooftop via the stairs, Rain grinned as he handed the wooden token to Husolt with both hands, and miraculously even refrained from making taunts, though this might have been because he was already out of breath. Next came a complex blacksmiths puzzle which he solved with ease, then Husolt made him demonstrate his skills with a crossbow and throwing knife, which were... passable. Lastly, Husolt posed the boy a riddle involving a life and death situation in which he was forced to pick and choose which of his pets to save and which he would let die. Unfortunately, Rain was physically incapable of making a decision and asked so many questions Husolt eventually just refused to answer, at which point the boy finally answered, whoevers closest, because that gave him the best odds of saving as many of his beloved pets as he could.All right lad, all right, Husolt grumbled, holding his hands up to stem the tide of follow up questions. I give up. You passed. It was a hypothetical situation. No need to keep dwelling on it anymore. Shaking his head, he sighed and put both hands on the boys shoulders. The difference in size was staggering to behold, for Rain was not a large man and Husolt made most Martial Warriors appear downright dainty, but the boy held up well under the pressure. I already told you what would happen if you ever made my girl cry, and yer a better Son-in-Law than most. I gave you my blessing when the two of you were betrothed, and you still have my blessing today on the day you wed. You just take good care of her, you hear? You make sure she remembers to visit. You know how she is, always focused on her next project or milestone or whatnot. Shes a strong girl, but she needs a strong person to support her, because shes always pushin her limits, and shell push yours too.By now, the massive warrior was crying like a child, and Rain pushed in to hug him tight. Dont worry, Grandpa. I wont let you down.Bah, what grandpa? Its Father-in-Law now, or will be soon enough. Though Rain and Husolt shared a silly smile at the absurdity of their family situation, Sarnai felt a headache coming on. Seniority was important in a family, but she could not accept her son becoming her Brother-in-Law, nor did she know how to behave around her Sister-in-Law turned Daughter-in-Law.All matters for another day, for now it was finally time for the marriage ceremony, or so Sarnai thought. I got one last test for you, lad, Husolt said, wiping his tears and limbering up with his staff. Yer Pa kept jawin on about how you got some real impressive moves, and I want to see them fer meself. Come, show this here grand-daddy what you got.This time, it was not just Sarnai glaring daggers at her dog-brained husband, as Rain and Alsantset added their glares as well. It was almost enough to make her pity the poor fool, until she remembered that hed brought this upon himself.Muttering a curse underneath her breath, Sarnai crossed her arms and audibly growled as her son and her father-in-law took up arms and beat each other like cretins. All she wanted was the ceremony to go well without incident. After that, the banquet could end in disaster and she still wouldnt bat an eye, but stubborn Husolt just refused to let things happen in a timely manner. Not for the first time, Sarnai reflected on how bittersweet her husbands recent adoption had become, and dreaded what life with her new in-laws might become...Chapter Meme
