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Niko pauses just outside the appropriate path, eyes bright as he looks at you
for a moment. "Hon, you really do look... amazing," he murmurs. "Clara was
right--this is much better than spraypaint."
Jay walks here from the Massive Open Air Pavilion.
Jay has arrived.
Elasia stifles a quiet laugh, reaching over to poke Niko in the ribs lightly.
"I'm glad you approve, spraypaint...Goodness. You look very shiny yourself."
She offers a wave to Jay.
Niko looks over to cast a quick grin to Jay. "Hey, glad you could make it." And that's not snide, he sounds honestly glad. Turning back to Ela, he inquires, "Should we go on to the lake, so everybody can ooh and ahh at you?"
Jay is, despite what his desc says, in a very nice, comfy, expensive suit in
tasteful grey, and he grins as he spots the lovely couple. Of course, his
eyes zero in on Ela. "I have died and gone to heaven, for it's an angel I see
before me."
Elasia starts to provide some answer to Niko with a quiet chuckle when she must instead turn to snikcer softly at Jay. "I like this one, can we keep him?"
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Niko may not be married yet, but he knows the proper answer for a man to give
his wife. "Whatever you want, dear. Though we'll need to get a bigger place,
if we're going to keep him. Hey... maybe -he- would go for the group marriage
thing."
Jay beams, and can't help but perk up at Niko's comment as he passes the pair. "That's right, tempt me..." With a rakish grin, he heads toward the lake.
Jay walks towards the Lakeside.
Jay has left.
Elasia laughs softly, shaking her head as she moves to follow. "Sorry dear, I
don't share well."
Niko falls into step with you, just looking ridiculously pleased with life in
general. "Y'know, if that's what you want, I'll be just as glad to have you
all to myself."
Elasia walks towards the Lakeside.
Elasia has left.
You walk towards the Lakeside.
Lakeside
Contents:
Elasia
Jay
Clara
Riley
Corian
Kyara
Obvious exits:
Clearing Rocky Path Path Out
You walk here from the Outside Copper Hill.
Clara merely flashes a grin at Corian and nods at the elderly gentleman who hurries to a seat by Kyara before returning to watching Riley.
Niko
Standing at around 6'4", Niko is muscular without being overly so, and
rather rangy. His black hair has been cut close along the sides, without even
a hint of curl. That curl springs to life at the top of his head, though,
just long enough to allow the riotous tangles to be shown. Olive skin is
unmarred by freckles or blemishes. His eyes are large and dark, and would be
bovine-esque if they held less intelligence, beneath brows that bear a
disturbing resemblance to a pair of caterpillars. Besides the brows, his oval
face is dominated by a nose that would be aristocratically aquiline if it
hadn't been broken at some point in the past. His voice, a pleasant baritone,
frequently holds odd inflections, remnants of an accent that he can't quite
shake. He looks to be somewhere in his early twenties.
It's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man--if Mister Stay-Puft had a crop of
black, curly hair and a stupidly goofy grin. Niko is clad in white, from his
crisp cap to his blindingly-polished shoes. There is, fortunately, some other
color than white--namely, the gleaming brass buttons on his tailored
shortcoat. Also gleaming is the gold oak leaf of a lieutenant commander,
which is placed just so on the coat's high collar. His slacks are just as
white as the rest of his clothing, with a line of white trim. The white is a
stark contrast to his coloring, but suits him for all that.
Elasia
Although hardly one to stand out in a crowd of otherworldy diplomats, Elasia is
by no means unremarkable. Her facial features are curved without being overly
round, and slender without being skinny. Eyes of a brown so dark they're
almost black lurk merrily beneath expressive brows the same hue. Captured
back in a loose tail, her hair is a mass of flowing curls, and hangs to just
below her shoulderblades. She's relatively tall for a woman, at nearly six
feet; and like her face her body is curved without being round, and slender
without being skinny. Her skin is almost fair, but with a hint of olive tone
to it that keeps it from being quite so.
Elasia's dress is exceptionally simple, but it suits her well. Instead of silk or some fancier substance, it is made of bleached white cotton, light and airy. The bodice is close, but meets with a full skirt descending in delighted disarray to her ankles and cheerfully inappropriate white canvas tennis shoes. The hem is hung with a single rimmed layer of cotton eyelet lace in an almost whimsical pattern. The neckline is low, not so low as to be daring, but low enough to make obvious the contrast between bleached cotton and olive-toned skin. The sleeves are comprised simply of a double row of the same eyelet lace as the skirt's hem, and fall gently just past Elasia's shoulders. She wears no veil, instead letting her dark curls hang free down her back, even more contrast against the white. She looks young, which she is, cheerful, which is also the case, and altogether light and unfettered.
Clara
Fairly tall for a woman at 5'9", Clara is nonetheless sharply slender, the type
of shape defined as willowy by the kind, or whiplike by the easily
intimidated. Unique coloration adds to the conspicuous form, with almost
untamabley tight curls standing out at angles to her head in a reddish bronze
halo. The face they frame is at odds, pleasantly heart shaped and the color
of java with a fair amount of cream with deep set hazel green eyes under well
manicured brows. A light dusting of freckles crosses a thin nose, above wide
lips flexible in expression. She seems to have about 28 years, although one
can never be too sure.
Hair twisted up into a careful chignon, it obviously will never be smooth despite her greatest efforts to tame the curls into submission. With simple lines, a tailored dress of lined sage linen falls to just above her knees. Sleeveless, the neckline scoops to a delicate half circle, leaving wide straps to cross back over her shoulders. Unadorned black leather pumps unapologetically add perhaps another two inches to her height. A thin strand of gold necklace matches the setting of small garnet earrings. On her left hand is a ring of sterling silver and gold bands intertwine in a series of wire thin knots, each daintily dizzying pattern eventually joining together to provide a seat for a single stone. The stone is a deep burgundy in hue, smooth faced, with mirrored depths reflecting the pattern of the knots.
Riley
Despite as much height as any Edreeni, Riley is apparently human. His hair is a mass of floomphy chocolate colored curls, cut close on the sides but allowed to grow more riotously on top. The occasional gray hair is visible amongst the brown. Set beneath careful brows, his eyes are the same chocolate shade as his hair, except where they are flecked with odd greenish specks that tend to pick up the light. His features are not angular or aquiline, although there is the hint of both beneath the cultivated air of excessive averageness he employs. His feet and hands are large, even in proportion to his six foot eight frame, adding to a relatively harmless image. His voice is low, with a touch of a rumble at times, as his natural accent tries to break clear.
A really formal occasion must be at hand, as Riley is wearing his Navy dress
whites. Spotless white slacks with a line of equally colorless trim end at
polished white shoes. A tailored white shortcoat sports neatly polished brass
buttons. Far from looking rumpled as he normally does, this outfit looks like
it could have been made for him. Stripes, pins and other accoutrements have
been carefully maintained, and the four gold colored stars of an admiral
gleam on the coat's high collar. The uniform's cap is just as blindingly
white as the rest, and seems even more so in contrast to his chocolate
colored curls. The overall effect is far more aristocratic and military than
Riley usually manages.
Kyara
Kyara is of average height for her race, around four and a half feet,
and has the slender build of that people. Her platinum blonde hair, though
thick, is cut short, to the nape of her neck. Her complexion is pale ivory,
her features delicate. Oddly, unlike most others of her race here, both small
horns poking through her hair are misshapen and twisted. Those familiar with
her race would guess her age to be around 21 years, 10 months, and 8 days.
Her outfit is comprised of a one-piece pantsuit, its color varying shades of
pink that blend together at the edges as if airbrushed. Sewn of silk, very
light pink lace is overlaid on the body of the material, and seeded with tiny
faux pearls of white. The pearls form the shapes of interlocking waves and
curlicues in apparently random patterns. The collar of the jumpsuit is almost
military in style, though it dips in a 'V' to expose just a bit of cleavage.
A slim belt circles her waist, its buckle a golden metallic material. The
suit fits her form smoothly, showing curves without being skintight, and the
legs and sleeves slim down to her ankles and wrists. Soft, low-heeled shoes
of a matching pink cover her feet. Jewels in light amethyst sparkle in the
silver web of a necklace around her throat, as well as adorning wrists and
finger. A matching set, apparently.
Jay makes his way affably through the crowd to find a seat in the back, giving a wave to those he knows. Riley's appearance does not quite provoke a snicker.
Riley's already present grin widens as bride and groom arrive, he was starting
to worry a bit. "I guess this means we can begin, with the principles present
now?"
Kyara gives Clara a warm smile, hastily moving the package beside her onto her
lap to give Clara room.
Corian offers a pleasant smile to Albert as well, then pauses as the happy couple arrives, with the obligatory oohing and ahhing for Elasia's appearance. "She really does look -lovely-," she murmurs.
Niko, heading, presumably with Elasia, over to Riley's general neck of the
woods, looks rather ridiculously cheerful. "What, you don't think we should
wait another hour or four?" he quips quietly.
Elasia smiles rather brightly, and indeed trails along with Niko. At his
suggestion she obligingly pokes him, "Evil and vicious, I think we might wish
to avoid that."
Clara's eyes widen at the couple as she catches her breath, nodding with a
smile lighting. "They both do," she murmurs, glancing up with a quick nod as
Kramer lowers to a quick seat nearby. Yes, he's in dress blacks...with that
khaki knit cap. Maybe it's permanent.
Kyara quips, "What, and give the lake time to break him?"
Riley would poke Niko, but see, Ela has conveniently done that for him. Instead he tugs out his notes and addresses the assembled group. "Good afternoon all, and thanks for coming. If Nick can manage to keep from breaking something here in the next few minutes, I think we can get this underway."
Niko obligingly oofs at the poke, then just rolls his eyes at the various
breakage-related comments. "I think I can manage not to trip on a bit of
sand, sure, yeah."
Clara didn't even bring her field regenerator. She has faith in Niko. Besides,
no place to put it in a purse.
Elasia takes her position, smiling in a rather amused and delighted fashion. "You never know..." She murmurs. Ah, the joys of double-team Niko torment.
Corian just shakes her head as she watches the trio up front, managing to look pleased and amused and content, all at once. She's gifted that way.
Riley pitches his voice to carry, although he does not raise it. "For some
reason, it's traditional to begin these things by defining why we're here. I
brought notes, please don't throw fruit." He pauses a beat, and then begins,
"Love takes time. It needs a history of giving and receiving, laughing and
crying. Love never promises instant gratification, only ultimate fulfillment.
Love means believing in someone, in something. It supposes a willingness to
struggle, to work, to suffer, and to rejoice."
Elasia shifts perhaps a bit closer to Niko, seemingly un-nervous. But then as
long as this has been in the works, she's probably run out of nervousness to
be.
Niko reaches to take Elasia's hand. It may not be traditional for them to do so
just yet, but, hey, this isn't exactly a traditional wedding. He doesn't look
nervous, either. He just looks happy. Of course, he also doesn't have to talk
yet.
Riley continues, with another brief glance at the pages in his hands, "Love is
doing everything you can to help others build whatever dreams they have. Love
involves much careful and active listening. It is doing whatever needs to be
done, and saving whatever will promote the other's happiness, security, and
well-being. Sometimes, love hurts. Love is on a constant journey to what
others need. It must be attentive, caring, and open, both to what others say
and to what others cannot say...Love says no with empathy and great
compassion."
Kaycen nods. Love is Security. That makes sense. He loves his job. Heck, he
loves his boss. Even though Clara's not his sister.
Albert sniffs unabashedly, a grin fit to split his face. He hasn't a clue about
marriage, but weddings are wonderful.
Elasia doesn't seem to object to having her hand taken, traditional or not.
Corian, with a very quiet, pleased sigh, murmurs almost inaudibly, "When in the
world did he become so eloquent?"
After a brief pause, Riley concludes, "Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
We are here today to witness Iolytus Nikolaus Casymed and Elasia Ianthyl
Iokovu's vows today, as they give themselves one unto the other." He probably
spent all night getting those names down.
Kyara closes her eyes, digging tissues from a hidden pocket to dab carefully at
them. She mutters to Corian, "... helped."
Clara shakes her head, with a sigh far more excessive than Corian's and rather enraptured. "Isn't it amazing?" she murmurs in whispered response.
Niko starts to pay a bit more attention. He heard his name, that means he's
supposed to listen. Not that he wasn't listening before, of course--he just
wasn't listening quite so hard.
Elasia was listening the whole time, this is her job, she's female. She glances
briefly at Niko, looking delighted.
Corian casts a quick smile at Kyara, then nods at Clara, remaining silent and
just looking pleased with the marriage and her brothers and... well, just
about everything.
Riley turns first to Niko, grinning broadly."Nick, do you take Ela to be your
lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness
and in health, in chaos and in..." There's a brief fumbling pause, "...well
in this place, more chaos, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both
shall live?
Niko has a grin to match Riley's. They're definitely brothers. When he speaks,
his voice is firm, and loud enough to be heard, without sounding too much
like he's trying to be heard. "I do, yes." He adds, more quietly, "And thanks
for -not- mentioning breaking."
Clara purses her lips faintly to avoid an inappropriate snicker, eyes dancing
at the wording as glances over with a warm smile at Kyara. Kramer murmurs
something about breaking, but he is quiet about it.
Elasia stifles a quiet laugh, her eyes dancing with the repressed merriment.
Riley just looks innocent.
Jay folds his arms smugly. That's /his/ sorta-cousin up there marrying an
angel, after all. Hooray for the home team!
Corian doesn't sniffle. Seriously. She just smiles, looking altogether thrilled.
Kyara has given up on wiping away the happy tears, just beaming at the couple.
Thank goodness for waterproof makeup.
Still looking innocent, Riley then turns to Elasia, "And Ela, do you take Nick to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to..." He pauses, peering at the page in hand and then peering back at Kathlyn, "Who wrote 'and to beat with a nerf bat' in my notes?!" He shakes his head, snickering, "To have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and in health, in chaos and in more chaos, for richer or for poorer, for as long as you both shall live?"
Kathlyn murmurs, "Well, he could -use- a good beating, from time to time. At
least I made it a nerf--bat."
Elasia manages to stifle the various side-comment induced laughter to nod,
stifling it even further to announce, "I do."
Niko takes a moment to grin at Kathlyn. On this one day, heck, she can say
whatever she wants to him, and he's not going to complain. Take advantage of
it now, folks.
Clara is by now covering her mouth, eyes wide with the effort to stay quiet,
although she does mutter something about squashing?
Albert just beams and wonders in a whisper, "Is that how he caught her?"
Corian laughs very quietly, casting an amused glance towards Kathlyn before she
turns back to the trio. At Albert's words, she blinks, and chokes back
another laugh.
Riley simply shakes his head, glancing briefly heavenward as if asking some bizarre deity for aid and or patience. "Do you have the rings?"
Kyara keeps the snicker to a minimum at Albert's comment.
Elasia nods, removing a ring from one half-hidden lace pocket. -Now- she looks nervous, but now there's something she can -drop-, so are we suprised?
There's a brief moment of terror on Niko's part as he checks the wrong pocket. Okay, now he's nervous, where's the... aha. There's the proper pocket. The one where he put it so he would remember where he put it, and then promptly forgot where he put it. He holds said ring very carefully, nodding as well.
Once again, Riley turns first to Niko, "Nick, as you place the ring on Ela's
finger, please repeat after me, 'You are my wisdom and my laughter, the song
of my heart, my home. Best-loved friend; wife and lover... I love you; you
are my joy.'"
Niko reaches to take Ela's hand. Maybe Riley coached him with this stuff, or
maybe he's just got a good memory. He repeats, a bit more quietly than his I
do, looking more at Elasia's eyes than at her hands--which is why he fumbles
just a bit with the ring putting on-ing, "You are my wisdom and my laughtter,
the song of my heart, my home. Best-loved friend; wife and lover... I love
you; you are my joy."
Elasia is nearly as bright as her dress, despite relative color differences, so
obviously delighted is she.
Corian does sniffle now, though, and reaches into a pocket for a
prudently-stowed hanky. Thank goodness for not wearing any makeup. She
murmurs to herself, "... so young."
Clara blinks owlishly, the near laughter having given way to it's close kin of
holding back happy tears, full attention...not on the couple, but on the
officiant.
Riley then turns to Elasia, although considering the relative position of the two, he doesn't have to turn far, "Ela, as you place the ring on Nick's finger, be careful, he's breakable mind you...please repeat after me, 'You are my wisdom and my laughter, the song of my heart, my home. Best-loved friend; husband and lover... I love you; you are my joy.'"
Elasia is a quick study as well, and she's already gotten to hear the words a
whopping three times, so she fumbles not at all with the words, her soft
voice still quite clear. "You are my wisdom and my laughter, the song of my
heart, my home. Best-loved friend; husband and lover... I love you; you are
my joy." She cheats, and sheepishly glances down to make sure she has the
ring lined up before meeting Niko's eyes again and smiling as she slides the
ring onto his finger.
Niko doesn't break, it may be noted. He does, however, smile brightly at
Elasia, looking ready to burst from sheer happiness. Hmm. That would probably
count as breaking, though, wouldn't it?
There's a brief pause, as Riley all but panics as he realizes he doesn't have anymore notes. Then he realizes, whoops, this is the end, and says to the audience. "Now, by the power invested in me by the Alliance, I now pronounce you husband and wife. What these two hearts have chosen, let no man dare to sunder." There's a pause and he says in a quite audible aside, "This is where you two get to make out in public so everyone can point."
Corian, with a bit of a blink for her elder brother's evil, bites back on a laugh and murmurs to Clara, "We need to comm Honalee very soon."
If Clara doesn't have to regenerate anyone, breaking hasn't occurred. Well,
except any of the men breaking into snickering at the end comment. The doctor
nods at Corian with a broad grin. "Very soon."
Niko doesn't need to be told twice. He just grins at Riley. "Hey, all the
practice'd be for nothing, if people didn't point." And with that, he bends
down to kiss Elasia, and to be kissed. He must watch Oprah; it's at least six
seconds.
Kyara just awwwwws. This whole thing is just too romantic for words.
Elasia would be laughing, except, see, Niko rather efficently cut -that- off,
and she decides to participate wholeheartedly in the causing of others to
point. She doesn't watch Oprah, but she probably did read Cosmo or something
on the vital importance of public displays of smoochery. When at last the
kiss ends however, she takes the opportunity to poke Niko in the ribs. He
deserves it.
Corian doesn't point. She, like Kya, awwws, making a bit more use of her
handkerchief.
Niko reaches to snag Ela's hand, perhaps to prevent further rib-pokery, perhaps just because he can. He grins brightly at her, unrepentant, then finally turns to see just who showed up for the happy occasion.
Clara isn't in need of a handkerchief, but she is blinking rather rapidly, uttering another completely sappy sigh at the kiss of approval.
Kramer, on the other hand, just watches with fascination. People can kiss that
long? Wow.
Folding his notes and tucking them in a pocket, Riley simply beams. Slipping away from the front, he heads to the crowd as well, and Clara.
Elasia turns as well, looking rather shyly sheepish at the whole endeavour, as
well as blindingly happy. "Thank you," she murmurs.
Clara brightens even further as she's rejoined, although with an admittedly wry
light to her eyes as she murmurs something to him.
Kyara's tissues are in shreds. They got a good workout today.
Riley blinks at Clara, looking puzzled and moving to tug out his notes.
Jay erupts in brief applause- whether it's for the final act of marriage itself or Niko's ability to hold his breath is questionable.
Niko, after a few nods and waves and such, leans closer to murmur something to
his wife. He mutters to Elasia, "... was... fun,... us... or anything....
have... be... til..."
Elasia senses "Niko, after a few nods and waves and such, leans closer to murmur something to his wife. "That was lots of fun, neither of us tripped over the words or anything. How long do we have to be social til we can go?""
Riley still looks perhaps a bit puzzled, and maybe faintly worried. He's going
to have to ask about this one later.
Corian casts an amused smile at Jay, murmuring something to him about ropes and
brands and such. Behind her, Kaycen looks extremely disturbed. He didn't
think the Chief's sister was -that- kind of lady.
Elasia replies in kind, looking perhaps a bit lost, She mutters to Niko, "... have... dear.... not accustomed... weddings... all."
You sense Elasia replies in kind, looking perhaps a bit lost, "I have no idea,
dear. I'm not accustomed to weddings and all."
Clara casts a rather amused sidelong glance at the poor confuzzled admiral and
leans in again. Perhaps to explain.
Niko nods as he slips an arm around Ela. "Maybe a couple minutes to say hi and
all?" he suggests quietly. "Then we can flee."
Jay gives Corian a horrified look. She's evil personified, no doubt.
Kyara politely moves a few inches away from Clara, to give the semblance of
privacy for her converstation with Riley. She mutters to Corian, "... like,
supposed to congratulate..."
Corian, after casting a sweet smile at Jay, nods to Kyara. "That would be
appropriate, yes," she replies, with a smile that, while less sweet, seems
somewhat more sincere.
Elasia nods to that, looking perhaps still rather sheepish, and a bit be-wildered. Glancing down however at the ring on her hand, her smile returns.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Kyara swallows, getting to her feet to approach Niko and Elasia cautiously.
Last thing she wants to do at this point is make some horrific breach of
etiquette.
Niko leans over to kiss Ela's cheek--though only for about a second or two, as
Kyara approaches. He offers a cheerful smile. "Thanks for coming, Kya. No
spraypaint, huh?"
Clara glances from one side to the other, peering at the quiet murmuring going on throughout those assembled, then smoothly rises and follows Kyara, although rather less cautiously, although is cut off by the elderly maestro.
Albert puts himself fast on Kya's heels, almost bouncing like a child at
Christmas.
Kyara smiles slightly, shaking her head. "I'm afraid I had to disappoint in
that regard, Nick." Oh yeah... "Um, congratulations!" Yeah, that's the
ticket. "You two look wonderful together."
Elasia's brows can't help but lift at the mention of spraypaint, "Thank you for
coming, Kyara," she adds, eyes dancing with amusement. "And you can poke Niko
for spraypaint references, proimse."
Corian remains seated for now, apparently content to let others get in their
congratulations, before she does the same.
Niko starts to say another thankyou, but then pauses at Ela's words, with a muffled snicker. "Hey, now. Thought you were the only one allowed to poke me, now, hon. Didn't Riley mention that in the vows? Could've sworn he did." He flashes a cheerful grin to the other wellwishers, too.
Albert circles around Kya and thwaps Niko on the back affably, beaming. "That's the way to do it, Iolytus. Good job, lad. Clean up well, too...verrrrry spiffy, you look. Mrs. Casymed, my dear, you are ravishing! Simply ravishing!"
Kyara blushes slightly, stepping aside to let the others access, and shyly offers the box she's kept on her lap. The tears missed it, thank goodness. "I, um, got ya something. Made it, actually. Heard it's traditional."
Offered to Elasia, actually. Very important, that.
"I'd have noticed if he had," Elasia murmurs qith a quiet chuckle. She cannot
help but smile at Albert's words, "Thank you sir." Kyara's offered box is
accepted with a nod of thanks but some confusion, "Thank you, but you didn't
need to..."
Kyara carefully hands over a wrapped present.
Kyara snorts softly, amused. "Of course, but freely given tis much more...
heartfelt, I think."
Niko again starts to thank Kya, but, no, he's too busy oofing quietly. "Thank you, Maestro. I even washed behind my ears," he adds, tone jesting despite the fact that the words are truthful. He does, however, beam at the description of his wife, watching the present-passing-over rather curiously.
Jay bounds up with a grin, happily taller than most of the crowd. He gets a good view even as he gives Niko a wink. "You... are one lucky guy."
Elasia glances to Kyara, smiling, "Thank you. Should I open this now, for
everyone to see?"
Niko nods to Jay, with a bright grin. He doesn't pull Ela any closer. She's his. She's married. Eyes off, Jay. "You don't have to tell me that, trust me."
Clara elbows Jay lightly with a bright grin up and nods from somewhere behind
the maestro. "I'd say today they're both getting just what they deserve...the
best."
Albert nods in emphatic agreement, thumping Niko on the back again before
tottering off to go natter at a nurse.
Kyara mhmmms, turning a little red. "If you wish. It's yours to do with as you
please."
Jay gives Niko an innocent look. "Do I, ah, get to be the first to kiss the
lucky bride? Heck, I'll even give you a smooch if it means I get to
congratulate her as well."
Niko looks after Albert with a cheerful grin, which he extends to Clara. "Thanks. I am, at least." He starts to say something else, then just looks at Jay, though not without a snicker. "Ask the lady. She's the one who would be kissed, after all." And Niko'll just hurt Jay if the kiss is over-familiar.
Elasia carefully tugs the wrappings from the gift, revealing an afghan and
pillow in white. She smiles brightly, "Oh, they're lovely. You made these
yourself?"
Clara can't help but roll her eyes at Jay, noting, "Riley's right. You're a hellion," before stepping in to squeeze Niko's arm. "Congratulations, my friend," she murmurs with a warm smile that she adds over to the occupied Ela before slipping away and back towards the other man in white.
Jay just grins, folding his arms.
Kyara turns scarlet. "Um, yeah."
"It's amazing." Elasia carefully tucks the items back in the box, to preserve
their whiteness. She seems to amazingly have missed any discussion of being
kissed.
Riley is still seated back with the bulk of the remaining crowd, rummaging
through his notes.
Niko casts a bright grin and a thankyou after Clara, before peering into the
box. "Very nice, Kya. Talk about multi-talented, yeah. Got our names on it
and everything."
Kyara nods, murmuring 'you're welcome's and 'thanks' all at the same time, and
retreats a bit into the crowd.
Jay sidles up to Elasia, beaming down at her. "Does the groom's cousin get to
be the first to offer a congratulatory peck on the cheek?" He's restraining
himself- he can do that... really!
Clara reseats herself to peer over at said notes and whisper, "You know if you
forgot something, you have to do it all over again." Good thing the gleam in
her eyes makes it apparant she's joking.
Corian gets to her feet to join the congratulatory throng. "Elasia, dear, I can
give you his mother's comm code if he is being too forward." That is said
with an amused look at Jay.
Elasia blinks at Jay's question, glancing around as if hoping someone's going
to explain if this is traditional. She blinks at Corian, laughing softly,
"The danger of having family about, someone always knows such things." She
shakes her head however, "If it is traditional..."
Niko only moves half a step away from Ela, with a grateful grin to Corian.
Despite all his talk of group marriage, he's really not all -that- keen on
sharing his wife.
Riley blinks several times before realizing Clara is indeed kidding, and
chuckles quietly. "I was just..well checking."
Jay acks at Cori. "You're evil, woman." He shakes his head to Ela with a slight
smile. "Depends on the culture. But I do offer my most enthusiastic
congratulations. Welcome to the family."
Elasia smiles, nodding to Jay, "Thank you, I appreciate the welcom. Thank you
for coming."
From a fair distance and leaning against a tree, a salt and pepper haired
individual smiles wistfully and gives a nod of approval before slipping away
and back towards the steading.
Corian smiles serenely, looking anything but evil. "My dear cousin," she murmurs, "You must be mistaken. But he is correct, though, dear, welcome. I am most glad to have another sister." After all, this one isn't Evvy.
Jay nods, taking a couple steps back with a smile. And starts looking over the
crowd for /single/ women.
Clara slips her fingers over the notes and smiles up brilliantly, shaking her
head at Riley. "You did wonderfully. Even with Kathlyn's help," she adds with
a quick grin at said SecOff.
Niko blinks as he spots the salt and pepper haired individual--but, no, he's
leaving. Can't go say hello, gee, darn. He relaxes just a bit as Jay departs,
offering his cousin a cheerful wave.
Kathlyn is close enough to hear the part of the comment that relates to her. "Hey, I could be a lot worse," she says, all innocence. "At least I didn't give Ela her wedding present -here-. Heck, it's a present for Nick, too. He'll like it." She grins brightly, before passing on into the crowd.
Kaycen pauses long enough to murmur a quiet congratulations to the couple before he leaves the gathering--going, no doubt, back to work. Aww.
Kyara laughs softly, overhearing Kathlyn.
Hmmm. No unattached women here. At least, none that Riley wouldn't warn him off of, probably. With a wave to all, Jay meanders out of the immediate vicinity.
"Thank you," Elasia says to Corian as well, "I really do appreciate your
welcome."
"Doc...subspace comm for you. Jones says to get back up to Medbay
stat. It's Conley," Kramer offers apologetically to Clara, resting a hand on
her shoulder.
Clara's eyes widen at Kathlyn in near-alarm tinged with a grin as she shakes
her head. "Sometimes I fear that woman," she murmurs in Kyara's direction
before nodding and rising immediately. "I'll see you tonight," she offers to
Riley, waves at the others, and flashes a final grin at Niko and Ela before
hurrying off, Kramer on her heels."
Nodding to Clara, Riley heads out as well, following Kaycen.
Riley walks towards the Outside Copper Hill.
Riley has left.
Clara walks towards the Outside Copper Hill.
Clara has left.
Jay walks towards the Outside Copper Hill.
Jay has left.
Corian smiles cheerfully to Elasia. "Of course, of course. And have a wonderful
honeymoon--enjoy yourselves." She takes a moment to kiss Niko's cheek, then
joins the throng once more.
Kyara slips out quietly, giving the happy couple a final happy look.
Kyara walks towards the Outside Copper Hill.
Kyara has left.
Corian sees that the crowd is thinning, and joins in the egress.
Corian walks towards the Outside Copper Hill.
Corian has left.
Niko looks about the beach, generally pleased. "Looks like folks decided to be
nice and leave us alone. Want to head back, too, then?" Apparently, though,
he doesn't want an answer right away, as he pauses to snag another kiss. It
just seems right, somehow.
Elasia returns the kiss, then easing in to steal a hug. "I think escape sounds perfect. That was lovely dear." There's a pause, "My husband..."
Niko's grin widens, nearly to face-splitting proportions. "My wife," he replies, absolutely thrilled. "Off home, then, with my wife."
Elasia hugs you close once again, and then steps back enough to claim a hand.
"Let's head on, then."
Niko squeezes your hand before he starts off towards the Complex, a decided
spring in his step.