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You say "Clara? Do you have a moment?" into the communit.

Your communit crackles to life and announces "Certainly, Corian. What can I do for you?" in Clara's voice.

You say "Well... I am not certain whether or not you would like an update, but this is bizarre enough that I really do feel the need to tell -somebody-." into the communit.

Your communit crackles to life and announces "*quiet laugh* Did you want to talk over the comm, or did you want to meet?" in Clara's voice.

You say "Whichever you prefer. It is not especially extensive news, after all." into the communit.

Your communit crackles to life and announces "Whichever is best for you, my friend. I don't have an appointment for another hour and a half. Did you want to get some tea, perhaps?" in Clara's voice.

You say "*quiet chuckle* Ah, I did not used to be so indecisive. Tea sounds like an excellent idea. And I will be less likely to wake Tarrant if I am elsewhere, which would be good." into the communit.

Your communit crackles to life and says "Aaah, yes. Let the man sleep, indeed. Perhaps my office? It's quiet and I do have tea..." in Clara's voice.

You say "Quiet would also be good, yes. I will be down in a few moments, thank you." into the communit.

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Corian offers a pleasant greeting to the folks in medbay on her way through, moving to knock on Clara's door.

Kramer waves an affable greeting before returning to his work, and after the knock, a quiet voice calls, "Come in..."

You walk towards the Chief Aleron's Office.

Chief Aleron's Office

Bright and airy, this fair sized office is far from pretentious, but instead useful. A large wooden desk faces the doorway, a pair of pointillism paintings in soft pastels flanking either side of the wall behind it. A second desk adjoins to the first, branching back from one side, upon which a terminal and keyboard rest. A pair of fairly comfortable chairs face the desk for visitors, wooden with soothing sand colored upholstery. On one side of the door is a simple brass coatrack, and on the other a bit farther down the wall is a full sized synthetic human skeleton. Along the right hand wall, a low couch covered in brown velour looks frighteningly comfortable, graphic print depictions of Stilvani and Edreeni internal anatomy framed neatly above it. Across the room is a single bioscan bed, much like the ones outside, just as the easily cleaned white tile flooring is unchanged.

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Clara

Obvious exits:

Medical Bay

You walk here from the Medical Bay.

Well, it's not entirely quiet, as there is something quiet and orchestral playing in the background. Still, Clara does rise from the couch as you enter and gesture at one side of it. "Please, come in and have a seat. The tea is on the end table there," she adds, nodding at the small table to the side of the couch.

Corian pauses a moment to listen to the music, with a quick smile, then heads over to perch on the indicated side of the couch, taking up the tea. "Thank you," she says, looking generally content with the world.

Clara reclaims her own seat and mug of coffee and just regards you for a long moment with a half smile. "You look...really amazingly contented. What was it you wanted to tell me?"

Corian replies, apparently in response to the remark about being content, "Tarrant is home, and he does not yet know when he will have to leave again, so the world is rather a wonderful place to be." She takes a moment to sip her tea, then adds, "That is, though, not what I originally intended to share with you, though. I... well, I finally did tell Hona that Tarrant and I are married." Cue the blush! From that look, Honalee's reaction was just as predicted.

A single brow quirks in reaction, Clara's eyes dancing with somewhat tired mirth. "Excellent. Having your husband at home is exactly the way it's supposed to be. And did Honalee ask embarrassing and pointed questions, then tell you how insanely delighted she was? Or was it vice versa?"

Corian replies, looking just a bit sheepish, "She managed to do both at once, in nearly the same breath. But at least she did not ask -when- we were married." She pauses a beat, then adds, looking amused and exceedingly embarrassed, "Clara, she is sending a -manual-."

Clara blinks several times at this, the desire to laugh crossing with astonishement. "She...wh-whaa-huh? A -manual-? Oh, no. Not a manual for what I -think- she's sending a manual for?" She drops her face into her hands, snickering helplessly.

Corian just sighs, taking another sip of her tea before setting aside the cup. She looks amused, though. "It is a manual for... well, what Tarrant and I have not yet done." She coughs very quietly, adding, "He... does not know that this is arriving, and it would likely be best if he were not to learn about it. He already thinks that Hona is paying too much attention to matters that are none of her business."

Clara tucks her legs up on the couch off to one side, still shaking her head bemusedly and grinning. "The woman is audacious. I want to be just like her when I grow up." She glances up, a hint of thoughtfulness stealing into her expression. "Does Tarrant know you came to discuss it with me, then? I promise I won't...well. Encourage is the wrong word, since I am trying to encourage, but not intrusively."

Corian inclines her head. "I mentioned it in passing," she replies, reaching for her tea once more. "Though, to be honest, I would not be surprised if he has forgotten that. It was the day that he returned from offworld, and he was very tired. He did not seem to mind, though--perhaps because I initiated the conversation. That is... not quite the case, with Hona." Her smile is fond, though.

Clara can't help but laugh quietly at that before another careful sip of her coffee. "See, you need to call her and grab her attention with something momentous before she can start asking questions. Poor woman, every time I comm her, it's usually with some tragedy that I need help with, or reporting that some near-catastrophe has passed. Someday I need to call her with good news."

Corian, with a faintly wry smile, observes, "I thought that a wedding would be distracting enough, but I was wrong. If I had mentioned -when-... but no, that would not quite be worth the distraction." Her brows arch just a bit at the mention of tragedy and near-catastrophe, but she doesn't comment. She stifles a laugh. "Mmm. Perhaps, when Tarrant and I finally do what she's hoping for, -you- could tell her. She would not be able to press for details, that way."

Clara tilts her head at that, shaking her head in vast amusement. "Why can't you tell her when the two of you got married? Surely she'd approve of you taking some time to yourselves before sharing the news with the world in general?" She laughs at the latter though, shrugging. "Sure, I'll tell her if you like. Although if she sends me a manual too, I'm hiding in my closet."

Corian laughs very quietly at that last. "I am almost tempted to do the same," she murmurs. She looks just a bit sheepish, though, at the first question. "Well... quite a lot of time has passed, though, and I have told quite a few other family members. I believe that Hona was the last to be told, and she would be... less than pleased to know that."

Clara ahs softly, nodding to that in understanding. "She may well be, yes. But then, you have to know that she's well aware of your...reticence on certain topics, and she knows she's already going to tease you about them. I'll bet she'd be understanding. Still..." She grins suddenly, "I'd have done the same thing if we weren't doing ours on Kashid whenever."

Corian murmurs something not quite clear about knees, though she smiles. "That will certainly please the family," she observes. Maybe they'll make you an offer you can't refuse? "Have you told many people that you are planning it--for whenever it will be, of course. I have been reticent to mention it, as I would not like to spread news before its time."

Clara leans back into the couch, wrapping her fingers about her mug for warmth. "I appreciate that, actually. I haven't told many people, no...primarily because I'm not sure if Riley wants anyone to know. This may not be for another twenty years...or it might be in two or three years." She shrugs vaguely. "My family doesn't know at all. I'd just...I'd like to have Honalee be there, is all."

Corian's smile is understanding, and perhaps a touch wistful. "I can understand that, certainly. If schedules had permitted..." She shakes her head. "But they did not. We will get out there for a visit soon enough."

Clara's lips twitch in acknowledgement and sympathy as she nods. "I know that feeling. Right now I'll just be pleased if he can get back for Corvil's wedding, let alone our own. Has Tarrant ever been to Kashid before?"

Corian pauses a beat. "You know, I am not certain of that. He has not mentioned it, if he has, but I really would not be surprised, as much as he has moved."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

"At his age and profession, I'd be surprised to find a system the man hasn't been to," Clara notes with a grin, gesturing upwards with her coffee mug. "Does he speak Kashidian? I don't think I've ever heard the two of you use it...just that other language. What is that? His native?"

Corian inclines her head. "It is Millian, yes; I learned it back when we were still working together. It served well as a code, as so few people off the planet speak it. He speaks a few phrases of Kashidian that I have heard--flaran cha'menthi, that sort of thing--but I do not believe that he is fluent."

Clara does that obvious mental stop and reference as she rifles through her as yet rather small mental Kashidian dictionary, then shakes her head with a faint sigh. "I'm glad he knows it. I'm still at the 'good night, dear' stage. Well, code or no, it's a lovely language. Julie and I were fortunate to hear it at great lengths during his knee surgery," she explains with a laugh. "How is his knee?"

Corian offers, with a quick smile, "It is... I dare, or we dare, depending on the usage. Rather an appropriate phrase for Tarrant to know, I thought." Her brows lift just a bit at that, but she smiles cheerfully. "It is quite well. He does not seem to be having any difficulty with it." After a thoughtful pause, she adds, "I suppose it should not be surprising that he used Millian. He has mentioned that he thinks in that language, much of the time."

"I dare," Clara muses, smile warming. "A fitting phrase for many people here at the Complex, actually." She shakes her head with a fond grin, eyes downcast. "But he did tell us all these wonderful stories that I'm sure were really delightful had we understood a word."

Corian shakes her head, expression fondly amused. "He is, speaking of stories, going to get stories about me from Riley at some point. That should truly be fascinating for them."

Clara's eyes widen in sudden and impish glee over a hurried sip of the coffee. "Yes? What about vice versa, though...surely if Riley knows stories about you, you know stories about him?"

Corian shakes her head. "I am afraid I told Riley that I would not tell such stories," she replies, looking rather apologetic. "If I had not promised that, he would not tell Tarrant the stories about me, most likely. And it is only fair that Tarrant hear them, as I am planning to get similar stories from his sister."

Clara slumps with a melodramatic sigh, shaking her head. "Doomed. I shall have to call Honalee and ask her, then. It's only fair," she agrees with a grin. "See, when Riley met my mother and Niles, evidently they delighted in telling him the joys of my childhood." She shakes her head wryly. "I need to remember to send them a thank you card."

Corian inclines her head, looking rather amused. "Hona probably knows more stories about him than I do," she offers, by way of consolation. "And she would be most pleased to tell them, of that I am almost certain." And maybe she'll toss in a manual, just for kicks.

Clara would likely fear a manual and hide from it. Still, she tilts her head to consider this with a rather pleased smile. "You know, I think she would. Might make for a rather enjoyable conversation, too, so long as I can pull it off without Riley walking in in the middle of it."

Corian offers cheerfully, "If you would rather use my comm, and thus not risk waking Riley, I would not mind in the slightest. I did not, after all, promise my brother that I would not help you get the stories from someone -else-." And she smiles, the picture of innocence, or of evil very well-hidden.

Clara's eyes light up at this proposition in a bright grin. "Oh, could I? Oh, that would be wonderful, Corian. And then you could say hello to her at the same time. I'm sure you'd be allowed to -listen- to the stories, certainly? Nothing like that was mentioned, right?" Poor Riley.

Corian laughs very quietly. "Nothing like that was mentioned, not in the slightest." In fact, she looks markedly pleased with this prospect. If Honalee is telling horrible stories about Riley, she will be less likely to ask about Corian's love-life, or lack thereof. That sounds pretty gosh-darn good to her. "That sounds like it would make for a most entertaining conversation." Definitely, poor Riley.

Clara glances up at the chrono on the wall, still just about as pleased, and sighs happily. "Now, if he'll just have good news when I see him after work, life will be good today. I've got an appointment in fifteen minutes, but it's a fun one."

Corian inquires curiously, "Is he anticipating news of some sort? And if you have an appointment, I should be on my way, of course." She gets to her feet, adding, "Thank you for the talk, Clara. And do let me know when you would like to comm Hona. If you can give me enough warning to allow Tarrant to hide, I would appreciate it."

Clara rises as well, shrugging rather faintly. "I'm...not sure. Actually, I imagine he probably received whatever news he was waiting for yesterday, but schedules kept us from seeing each other." Her smile returns in force as she nods affably. "I will, most certainly. Perhaps after Tarrant's had sufficient time to rest and get used to being home again."

Corian tsks very quietly. "Then," she says, for a moment looking a bit like Honalee, "You should change your schedules. You should not be going without each other, after all, if you are in the same building." She offers a quick smile, then, starting for the door. "But do enjoy the rest of your day, Clara. And please give my greetings to Riley."

Clara follows you to the door, although stays within the office herself, and smiles pleasantly. "Aye, ma'am. I'll do my best. You have a good day as well, and give Tarrant my greetings as well."

Corian, with a pleasant smile and a lifted hand, exits the office. "I will certainly do so."

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Tarrant is seated on the couch, leafing through a pile of paperwork. He grins broadly as you enter. "Afternoon my life's star." He gestures to the table, "Package came for you."

Corian returns your grin with a decidedly cheerful smile, though it fades a notch at the package. "Oh, dear," she murmurs. "She really does work quickly." She ignores the package for the moment, moving to sit next to you on the couch. "How has your day been, cha'trez?"

"Well enough certainly. Just trying to avoid real work," Tarrant replies in a vaguely amused fashion, scootching in a bit closer to you. "And yours?"

Corian reaches for your hand, even as she settles against you. "I had an entertaining talk with Clara, and got a bit of work done. I also had a chat with Xalin, who wants me to take him to the park tomorrow." She chuckles very quietly. "He wants to play in the treehouse, bless him."

Tarrant interlaces his fingers through yours with a soft chuckle. "Sounds like a wonderful thought. Maybe I could tag along? At least if you're going relatively early. I'm afraid, well, tomorrow afternoon may find me on another ship offworld at the rate things are going."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

"Oh." Corian tries very hard not to look disappointed, and almost manages it. "Well. If we go in the morning, then you are certainly welcome to join us." She leans up to kiss your cheek, then asks softly, "Do you know how long you will have to be gone?"

Tarrant shakes his head very slightly, sighing softly. "Not precisely, a few days, no more. It's a bit of a mess. I wish I didn't have to, this is really starting to seem less than fair."

Corian rests her head against your shoulder. "A few days is not very long," she murmurs. "And then you will be home again. If you have to go, then you have to go." And, after that first moment of disappointment, she sounds rather accepting, if hardly thrilled with the situation. "It will not be for very long."

Tarrant snuggles in close, nodding his agreement. "Not very long at all. There and back again as quick as possible."

Corian chuckles very quietly. "A hobbit's holiday," she murmurs. "You are rather a tall hobbit, cha'trez. And you are wearing your boots." Curled against you, she turns for a moment to peer at the package.

"Maybe if I glued fun-fur to my feet?" Tarrant suggests cheerfully. "That's what we need, a place with a round door." He glances at the package as well, brows raised.

Corian laughs very quietly at that. "I should think that would itch after a time. A round door would be fascinating, though. Perhaps we should." She catches the raised brows and murmurs, "It is a... gift from Honalee, I believe. I am not expecting anything else, at least."

"A gift, that's nice of her." Tarrant can be so innocent sometimes. "We can always ask about such a door, there's no way else to know."

Corian is innocent as well, but does blush just a bit. See, she thinks she knows what's in the package. "We can ask," she agrees softly. "As many different people as are housed here, there may well be round-doored quarters somewhere in the Complex."

"The scary question would be what the rest of such a room would be like," Tarrant looks more than a bit confused at the blushing, brows lifting still further.

Corian chuckles very quietly. "While you are gone," she suggests, "I can chat up that nice Arthur in Maintenance." See, -that's- innocence. She thinks Arthur is nice. At your confusion, she grimaces fractionally. Shifting just enough that she can reach the package, she takes it, and offers it to you. -She- doesn't want to be the one to open it, after all.

Tarrant blinks in even more confusion, but he's game for just about anything. Checking the box briefly for ticking sounds, he then sets about tugging back the paper. Removing the rather thick book contained within he just -blinks-. But then considering the back cover is a quick reference guide, no wonder he looks terrified.

Corian shifts around to peer at the back cover, then makes a rather odd gasping sound. "Oh, dear. She really... oh, -dear-." Well, it's obvious why she's blushing, now, at least. "It got here rather quickly," she adds weakly.

Tarrant can't help it, he flips through the book. It's even more randomly scary inside. "Love, your family is -odd-."

Corian nods her agreement to your words. "It is best that you know that, yes, cha'trez," she murmurs, peering at the book in rather horrified fascination. "Hona is the oddest of the lot, though, in my opinion. So it does not get worse, at least."

Tarrant pauses, regarding one photo sideways as if this is going to make it make more sense. "That looks -painful-..." He snickers quietly, offering you the book. "I think she's evil enough."

Corian pauses to peer at one picture, murmuring, "They must have found a location in which the laws of physics were suspended for this one." Shaking her head, she sets aside the book. "She is certainly evil enough, yes--more than evil enough. And she seems intent on this particular topic," she adds, with a ruefully amused sigh.

"Maybe free-fall?" Tarrant suggests as he shakes his head in amusement at the dispensing of the book. "She's very strange. Why is she obsessed with um...that."

Corian curls up with you once more, seeming quite relieved to have the book gone. "She says that it is part of her job as my great-grandmother, and that I will torment my own great-grandchildren--assuming they exist." She shakes her head very slowly, adding quietly, "She really does not understand why it is taking us this much time."

Tarrant curls in closer to you. "We're just not very quick studies?"

Corian says quietly, "It seems so. Though," she adds, with a hint of hesitation, "We have not yet tried, either, so I suppose we do not quite know if we are quick studies or not."

Tarrant chuckles softly, nodding rather sheepishly to that. "Or at least we have not gotten very far in trying, certainly."

Corian nods very slowly to that, with a quick, rather abashed smile. "Clara... Clara suggested treating it like an experiment. She said that she did not think it would stay like that for very long."

"An experiment..." Tarrant echoes, looking rather thoughtful, and altogether embarrassed. "Oh my..." He's hardly about to be forward, considering the one time he attempted to do so, you went to sleep on him. That's kind of evil on the ego after all. "It sounds laudable I suppose."

Corian regards you for a long moment, equally embarrassed, and more than a little hesitant. "Cha'trez, is this something that you -want- to do? I mean... not necessarily the way that Clara suggested, or Honalee, or... well, goodness knows, not like that disturbing book."

Tarrant gently squeezes your fingers, "Certainly it's something I'd like to do... I love you. But I do not wish to hurry you, patience on this matter is certainly something I can manage."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Corian, fortunately, doesn't ask Honalee's question about your abilities. She just leans closer to you, saying quietly, "Love, I do not see any reason to wait. I am... nervous, yes, but that is hardly something that will change."

Tarrant's brows lift still further, and he blinks a moment. "Well, no, nervous is probably required... Certainly I have no reasons to wish to wait..."

Corian offers a rather tentative smile. It looks like 'nervous' is an understatement. "So. So we have decided not to wait any longer. That is certainly a good decision to have made."

"We have?" Tarrant all but squeaks, and then looks a bit calmer. "We have, check..." He edges an arm carefully around you, hesitant again. An irreverant thought hits him, and he can't help but share, "Should we check the book?"

Corian blinks a few times, then dissolves into quiet laughter, leaning against you. "I think we should leave the book where it is," she replies, looking just a bit more relaxed. "I think we will be able to figure it out by ourselves. It cannot be that difficult."

Tarrant chuckles quietly, leaning down in an attempt to steal a kiss. "It's supposed to be pretty basic, yeah."

Corian is certainly willing to be kissed. That's safe ground, after all, and a good way to get started. Six seconds? Probably. She even returns the kiss, which is nice, too. "Maybe," she suggests softly, "We should go back there?" Presumably, she means to the area of the room with the bed.

Tarrant nods agreement to that, half-smiling in a bashful fashion. Climbing to his feet with a sweeping half-bow, he offers his hand to help you to your feet. "Probably a good idea."

Corian gets lightly to her feet, taking your hand. "It will be more comfortable, certainly," she says, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as she heads back to the bed. Of course, she still looks nervous, but that's hardly surprising.

Tarrant follows along afterwards, snagging a seat on the bed's edge as he tugs off his boots, settling them aside. "More conducive to figuring things out."

Corian takes off her shoes, then, after a moment, the necklaces as well. Wouldn't want to catch them on anything, after all. That done, she curls up on her side on the bed, then pauses a beat, looking sheepish, before straightening out once more.

Tarrant shrugs off his jacket, shifting down next to you on the bed. Reaching a hand up to your hair, he pulls it back at the last moment, recalling that to be an evil, no matter how touchable said hair is. Instead he decides to attempt another gentle kiss.

Corian smiles as you settle down next to her, returning the kiss in kind. "See, that part was easy," she murmurs, reaching up to run her fingertips lightly against your cheek.

"Decision, check. Bed, check...Not too difficult so far, certainly," Tarrant murmurs as he edges in closer still, resuming where he left off on the honeymoon, planting gentle kisses down your jawline.

Corian apparently decides against further speech, as that would involve moving of said jaw, instead making a wordless, rather pleased-sounding noise. She shifts an arm around you, rubbing lightly along your back.

[Snip of random OOC commentary about Desmond Morris and animatronic presidents.]

Okay... time passes, and things are done which are best left to animatronic presidents to discuss. And once it all has happened, Corian sighs very quietly, seeming generally pleased with life. "I think," she murmurs, "That we managed very nicely."

Tarrant snuggles in a bit closer, nodding with a rueful chuckle. "And we didn't even need to resort to the book."

Corian echoes the chuckle, shaking her head just a bit. "Yes, the book was unnecessary, and I have to say that I am rather glad of that." She kisses your cheek, adding more quietly, "Thank you, cha'trez--for this, and for being patient with me. I do appreciate that, very much."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Tarrant reaches up as if to brush your hair back, but once again pulls back his hand. "No, thank you...for everything. And for your own patience.

Corian murmurs something about a mutual admiration society, sounding fondly amused. "You are welcome, of course." She pauses, then, looking rather quizzically at your hand. "Is something the matter, cha'trez?"

Tarrant shakes his head, looking rather sheepish as he pulls back the hand. "No, I am sorry, your hair is very...it begs to be touched. But you have said that feels less than pleasant..."

Corian shakes her head, with a quick smile. "It is not unpleasant, cha'trez, it is just a bit odd. I would not object if you touched my hair, certainly."

Tarrant brings his fingers back to stroke your hair gently back into place, shaking his head lightly. "I don't want you to feel odd though..." He looks rather sheepishly shy, "I want you to feel good."

Corian moves just a bit closer to you, stealing a kiss. "I feel wonderful," she murmurs, with a quick smile. "It was just fine, when you touched my hair just now. There is no need to worry about that."

Tarrant returns the kiss with care, although a decidedly content care, like a cat in a beam of sunlight. "As long as everything's okay..."

Corian, lazily pleased settles back next to you. "Everything is just fine," she replies. "Everything is wonderful."

Tarrant gently reaches over to lightly rub your back, sighing in pleased contentment. "Life just keeps on getting better..."

Corian nods once more. "I keep thinking that it is impossible for life to get better, but it just keeps proving me wrong," she murmurs, moving closer to you to facilitate back-rubbing. "And I am most glad to be wrong, in that case."

Tarrant's fingers continue their careful work, and he half curls in for comfort. "And you are just so amazingly -beautiful-..."

Corian beams at that, kissing your cheek. "Thank you, cha'trez. You say the sweetest things."

"I simply point out the truth," Tarrant murmurs by way of reply. If he could purr, he would, he's just that cheerfully content.

Corian seems just as content, nuzzling happily against you. The much-feared event has happened, and has proven to be much less fearsome than she thought, life is good. "I am glad you think that is so," she murmurs. "And it is still sweet of you to say it."

Tarrant's fingers don't trail out of bounds -too- much as he continues rubbing your back. "My wonderful love, the only star in my sky...mine. Although I am amazed nobody has come to steal you away from me."

Corian shakes her head. "Nobody -could- steal me from you, even should they want to do that. I am yours. I always will be yours, no matter what."

"Mine," Tarrant murmurs again quietly. "I'd poke anybody in the eyes who tried."

Corian nods to that. "I would not object at all if you were to to that," she replies softly. "I do not want anybody but you, after all."

"Must have tripped over a luckstone," Tarrant murmurs quietly, sounding altogether thrilled. "To have met you. As if everything in my life has just been so I could meet you."

Corian replies softly, "I was just as lucky, cha'trez." She pauses a beat, then adds, "Is tripping over a luckstone something that one would remember? Perhaps mine was a small luckstone."

"I honestly have no idea what a luckstone would look like," Tarrant replies qith a quiet chuckle. "I'm just assuming one must've existed."

Corian nods to that. "Somehow, somewhere, on one of the planets. That is not so unlikely a happening." She pauses a beat, suddenly looking a bit more awake and together and such. "Oh, dear. My brother is getting married today. I just remembered."

Tarrant acks softly, blinking over at you. "This is a good thing to remember..."

Corian nods her agreement, shifting so that she can see the wall clock. "It is not for some time, yet, but I should probably start getting ready." She doesn't get out of bed yet, instead asking quietly, "Will you have to prepare for your trip?"

Tarrant glances at his watch, looking rather sheepish. "There is research left I am afraid, although, should I not go with you?"

Corian considers for a moment. "I think not, if you have to finish work." Her smile is just a bit abashed. "You see, I would rather have time with you when it can be just us."

Tarrant chuckles softly, nodding as he attempts to swipe another kiss. "Then you attend this wedding, and I'll get my research done and packing and all."

Corian returns the kiss, before rather regretfully getting to her feet--and, alas, claiming a robe as she does so. Oh, well. "That sounds like an excellent plan, love."

Tarrant sighs softly, although he looks rather amused as he shifts enough to watch you for a moment before moving to claim his own clothes. "Besides, the more research, the faster I'm likely to get home again."

Corian, rummaging in her closet, looks over with a chipper smile. "Wonderful. Then you should certainly do as much research as possible. I really do prefer having you -here-, after all." Turning back to her closet, she adds, more to herself, "Only four more months, though."

Tarrant tugs back on his jacket, leaving the boots off however, and straightens the bed before returning to the couch and his work. "Four more. Not a terribly long time at all."

You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.

Corian casts a brief smile to you before heading towards the bathroom. "And then I will be able to go with you." That done, she ducks into the bathroom with her dress, the better to get ready.

Tarrant can't helpbut sigh happily at the thought of that, settling in to work.

Corian emerges from the bathroom after an appropriate interval. "All ready," she announces, with a quiet chuckle. "It is to be by the lake; I do hope, for once, that it will not rain."

Tarrant smiles up at you as you emerge, "Absolutely lovely...you look amazing dear. Perhaps I had best go along, to keep folks off."

Corian comes over to claim a kiss, murmuring a thankyou. "I will be able to keep folks off for a few hours, I believe, cha'trez. And if not, I will ask my brothers for help, though I am certain that will be unnecessary. I can just poke them in the eyes."

Tarrant stifles a chuckle, grinning, "Have fun then love, I shall see you later?"

Corian glances briefly at the wall clock, then nods. "There is some time, yet, but I can get going, so that you can work without uninterrupted."

Tarrant shakes his head slightly, gesturing. "Please, don't be in any hurry on my account, love. This can surely wait compared to spending time with you."

Corian shakes her head as well, bending down to claim a kiss. "If I leave now, you will be able to get started, and then you will be able to get more done."

Tarrant returns the kiss, blinking up at you in mock pitifulness, "But if you -stay- I stand a greater chance of being able to steal more kisses."

Corian chuckles very quietly. "If I go, then you will be able to get more work done, so that you can steal more kisses when I get back."

"As long as this works out to me getting kissed more in the end," Tarrant replies in an amused fashion, "I guess I'll buy into it."

Corian leans down for another kiss--and this is definitely not of the quick variety. Apparently, she wants to make sure you're not thinking -just- about research while she's gone, evil woman. "You will certainly get kissed," she murmurs.

Tarrant returns the kiss with all intent, and when it's over simply looks a bit stunned. "If you're going to kiss me like -that-, I may abduct you and never let you go to -any- weddings. Keep you for myself."

Corian smiles rather cheerfully at that. "I will not be gone for very long, cha'trez, and then I will be back and we can spend the rest of the evening together." After a somewhat more restrained kiss, she adds softly, "Enjoy your work."

"Be careful my sky's star," Tarrant murmurs softly, returning the next kiss gently. "Enjoy the wedding."

Corian smiles as she heads for the exit. "I will certainly be careful, and I will enjoy the wedding. "It will not be too long, I hope. I love you."

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