Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170617013550

Regina puts a hand on the small of Asja's back. "You're worrying yourself too much, Asja. There are things you can change, and things you can't.  Other people's opinions are one of the things you don't always have control over.  Just enjoy you special day, dear, and try not to worry."

"I do not worry so much about the opinions of the others, as much as I do that of Lady Grey. I...wish to do well in her eyes."

"You do, dear, I know you do. If Adelaide felt that..."

Regina's eyes grow wide. Instantly, in a flash of arcanum, her armor springs around her form, her claws unsheathing in a hissing whine. She spins around and takes a stance, her plasma claws thrumming, arcs of plasmatic energy running up her arm as she gets into a defensive crouch. Her eyes lock onto Kioshi, her muscles tensing.

"Who are you?" She snaps, a resonant growl echoing from her voice.

Asja has turned almost as fast, and she holds her hand up, palm out, and it glows a deep purple as the whir of an internal mechanism powers up inside her. She narrows her eyes and takes her glasses off with her free hand.

"...An assassin. It would make sense, on my wedding day."

Thomas' children have all lined up and have greeted their grandparents. To observers, they do so with utmost decorum, bowing and curtseying, and accepting hugs before stepping away when their turn is over.

Thomas is speaking to his brother, Honditar, when he sees Baku and his wives. Smiling, he waves them over.