Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170618025921

"I would assume so," Thomas says, looking over them both with renewed interest. Asja simply puts a hand to her forehead and waves him off.

"It's...it's gone now, whatever it was," she says dismissively, but not sounding too convinced. "We have to go on with the processiion. We have to." She gives a regretful look to Cire. "I...suppose that because you have seen me before the ceremony, bad luck is going to follow."

"That's just superstition, sweetheart," Regina says, gaining her feet. "Don't worry about that now. Although, it's too bad it's not a surprise now.  I would've liked to see your reaction when she walked down the aisle, Cire," she grins.

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King Bale offers his hand to Baku. "Nae, lad, not just the catkin. I'm partial to all the lasses." He gives a wink to Penelope, who happens to be closer to his size. "Though we Fatherhallers don't usually marry Mamono, we enjoy their company just the same."

"Perhaps a little too much," Honditar mumbles.

"Heh. Mebbe so.  Come on, then, lads, let's get a move on and get outta the way fer the rest o' the ones coming.  If I know Leontyne, she'll want a swath o' green to make her entrance." Bale and his group lead Baku and the Elven royals away from the entrance. "So tell me, lad, what're you and yer kin doing here? Favors for the Regent Patrician?"