Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170616231957

Melandil looks to Cire for a moment before shaking his hand with a short bow, keeping his eyes up. "And here is the groom now. Galad na-bo cinil.  Light upon you and your bride, this day."

"A friend to our son is a friend to us, just as your bride is a friend to our people." Illyagrine gives Cire a similar bow. Her speech is reserved, but polite.