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79175.83 - Ishadhael's Wedding
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| Name: | Ishadhael's Wedding |
| RL Date: | September 25, 2005 |
| Players: | Ishadhael t'Radaik, Aeura, Ezak Fallon, Luke Zitto, Aidoann t'Lhoell, Descai t'Khellian, T'Sha, Jhu'kharnae, Rix'shaw, Jacob Anderson, Sli'terrh tr'Evahni |
| Location: | t'Radaik Estates on ch'Nahir |
| IC Date: | Stardate 79175.83 |
Combining old world charm with the dazzlingly high-tech, the s'Radaik Estate Gardens are a lush, green garden framed by the sprawling metropolis on all sides. Quiet and calm, the garden is dotted by tall, dark shade trees. A path meanders its way though the garden giving people a pleasant path to follow if they choose. The foliage is rich in color, as are the avian creatures that make their way to them. A cool breeze passes, and shadows dance from the leaves that rustle about in the ch'Nahir sun.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik paces nervously off to the side, sidling - as best a man his size can sidle - over to the refreshments table where he pours himself a Purple Haze, mixing Rihan ale with bloodwine and draining the whole thing with one gulp.
Aeura arrives and moves off to the side, speaking with some of the security detail here.
Ezak shuffles in from the courtyard. He pulls at his coat to straighten it and looks about for someplace to rest himself.
Zitto comes walking into the Gardens, looking around the grounds as he is right beside Jacob. Who is also wearing a Starfleet dress uniform.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik sets his now-empty goblet down with a loud thump, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks around the growing crowd anxiously, tugging at the neck of his ceremonial robes as if uncomfortable.
Aeura talks some more with some of the security detachment here. She idly looks over the proceedings every once in a while.
Aidoann stands beneath a tree, looking around curiously, her hands clasped behind her back as she waits patiently. Her eyes widen slightly when she notices non-Romulans entering the gardens.
Zitto walks over to the right hand side of the gardens, with Jacob following. He turns to look at Jacob, "Any word from the doctor? She went back to the ship just to grab something" He asks as he looks around the gardens at the people arriving. He sees Descai and smiles softly, a familiar face from a long time ago. Once she is close enough to where he is he smiles and nods to her.
Ezak shuffles over to the bloned woman in the beautiful violet dress.
Ezak whispers to Theano.
Descai steps in with a somber expression and a parchment scroll tucked into the crook of her arm. On seeing Zitto's nod she smiles faintly and nods back, a formal inclination of her head.
An elderly woman dressed in a dark blue robe enters the gardens, carrying a rough-hewn wooden box. She pays no attention to anyone present as she crosses the garden at a dignified pace, heading towards the Elemental shrine at the end of the garden's main path.
Theano shakes her head towards Ezak. "None of which I am aware. They do not really publicize ceremonial etiquette." She clicks open a small, plastic box and tilts it slightly. "Nerd?"
T'Sha moves in behind the Romulans, her gaze sweeping the milling group of peoples before she focuses on Descai with a polite nod. "hru'Kiith Descai t'Khellian," she murmurs.
Ezak nods to the response and beams at the compliment. "Thank you," he says as he look down at the container. "May I?"
Aidoann quietly watches the elderly woman for a moment before returning to surveying the surrounding garden.
Jhu'kharnae enters the gardens only to move and stand at the back, arms crossed.
Theano tilts the box a bit more, spilling out its small candies into Ezak's hand.
Zitto motions to T'Sha, as Jacob and himself stand at the right hand side of the garden. He then goes back to looking at the others present in the gardens here as he occasionally leans towards Jacob and speaks quietly to him.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik pulls his bulk fully erect and strides forward to greet his guests. He heads for Aidoann and booms out, "Jolan'tru, young lhhei. I see that you are admiring my gardens. Aren't they pretty?" He leans forward to confide, "I didn't have anything to do with them, of course - but I'm glad that my cousin had such good taste."
Ezak accepts with a quirk of the eyebrow, lifts them to his mouth, and slides them to their doom. "Mmmmm," he mumbles.
Descai inclines her head. "Doctor T'Sha," she murmurs. "I am certain that my cousin will be honored that you have chosen to take time out of your busy schedule to attend her wedding."
The elderly woman - recognisable at once to Rihannsu as a priestess of a Water-venerating sect - arrives at the shrine, setting the box down on top of the small stone ledge surrounding the small fountain there. The weight relieved, she turns around to survey the assembled guests, a dark expression crossing her face fleetingly as she inspects the various yikh; her expression changes to one more of mild surprise as she sees the Vulcan, then resumes the more usual serene expression as she looks over the Rihannsu present.
Ezak nods his thanks and shuffles off to a corner in an attempt to keep his ample self out of the way.
Aidoann bows deeply to Uaithstaehh before replying, "Ie, the gardens are lovely, no matter whose design they are."
Rix'shaw walks into the gardens and moves away from the mingling crowd. He looks around at the gathering.
With the gesture from the Commander, the Vulcan gives a minute nod of acknowledgement before focusing attention once more on Descai. "It is an honor to be invited, hru'Kiith t'Khellian," she replies smoothly. "The invitation was...unexpected."
Descai's smile thins as she agrees, "Indeed, Doctor T'Sha. The courtship was... rather rapid. A 'wirlwind romance', I believe is the Terran term for such things? Or was it 'shotgun marriage'?" She frowns, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I get so mixed up with human slang, don't you know."
T'Sha's brow arches. "A Terran whirlwind is a rapid circular swirling of the lower atmosphere. A shotgun is a weapon of ancient Earth....one of which I recently noticed in a museum on Trill." She cants her head. "I believe those definitions may assist in what type of courtship."
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik beams broadly, and claps Aidoann on the back with his meaty palm. "True enough, young lhhei, true enough. But here, have you tried the wine yet? It's quite a good vintage, from the s'Radaik cellars."
Descai bites her lip. "No, I'm still not sure which one is correct. Perhaps we could consult with one of the humans about it? Native speakers are rather authoritative sources on questions of slang, after all." She shoots a glance towards the few humans in the crowd. "If you wouldn't mind, that is, Doctor."
Zitto continues to stand off to the right side of the garden, his hands moving behind his back as he just watches everyone converse and mingle. His attention turns occasionally towards T'Sha and Descai before continuing on.
T'Sha follows Descai's gaze and gestures toward Zitto. "Actually, hru'Kiith t'Khellian, it would be quite appropriate," she says, making a move to step in that direction. "I once had one mention being..." a pause as seems to consider the exact word "....urinated at another being. It appears the word is also used as slang for 'angry'."
Aidoann blinks once in surprise and then shakes her head, "I have not tried the wine yet, dhat." She smiles slightly, "I have been too busy looking at the garden."
Zitto turns his attention back to T'Sha as he notices her gesture towards him and the first towards him. He then turns himself to face both T'Sha and Descai as they both make their way over towards him. While they are doing so, Zitto looks to his left to make sure that Jacob is staying out of trouble.
Sli'terrh casually enters the garden area, his hands clasped behind his back. He pauses and glances about the area, noting the familiar faces before contining his walk into the garden.
Descai slowly wends her way through the crowd, careful of the parchment scroll she cradles in her hands. At T'Sha's side, she heads towards where Zitto stands. "Jolan'tru, lhhai Zitto. I trust that the occasion finds you well. Would you be so kind as to clarify a point of Terran slang for us?"
"Good evening hru'Kiith, long time no see" Luke remarks with a bright smile as the chuckles softly and nods, "Of course, what can I clarify for you?" He remarks.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik chuckles at Aidoann. "You /are/ off-duty now, right? I mean, I'd hate to be pressing booze on you when you were on- duty. I got /that/ one beat into my head enough times back when I was young--er. Younger. In Galae Security. When I was younger." He nods once, emphatically.
The priestess turns away from the gathered, to face the small fountain ledge. She opens the box, proceeding first to sprinkle some Earth on the stone ledge, then drizzling some Water over that. She takes out a metal fireholder, a three-quarters sphere of a black alloy with a votive light flickering inside, and she sets this down on the centre of the ledge. Lastly, a small vial is taken out, which she sets in front of the fireholder and opening it, releasing the Air inside. Then, the Elements having been brought from D'ravsai Temple on ch'Rihan and mixed with the Elements local, she intones something quietly in Rihan.
Descai purses her lips and explains to Zitto earnestly, "Could you please explain to us the difference between a 'whirlwind romance' and a 'shotgun wedding'? We're trying to figure out which phrase is the appropriate descriptor for how sudden this courtship was."
Aidoann chuckles slightly at Uaithstaehh and nods, "Ie, I am off duty. " She glances over for a second towards Descai and the yikh.
Zitto chuckles softly, "Well, a shotgun wedding is a forced wedding. Generally because the female is pregenant with the groom's child. A whirlwind romance is more hasty, they are just continuing with the original emotions with no time to stop and really think about what is going on." He explains to the two confused ladies as he then smiles softly, "I don't know the circumstances of the wedding so I wouldn't be able to let you know what this should fall under. But I am sure it makes sense for you now" He finishes with a smile.
Ezak follows little snippets of conversation here and there. Only the priestess' ceremonial activities spark his interest. This, though, is insufficient to cause him to deny himself the enjoyment of the garden and open air. He pulls a flask from his pocket, steals a nip, and returns it with the unimposing fluidity of many years' practice.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik notices the priestess and abruptly straightens, clearing his throat. "Gotta go, excuse me young lhhai," he mumbles to Aidoann with an apologetic smile that shows off his latinum crown to worst advantage. "Gotta get married now, I think." He tugs his robes straight and strides towards the shrine, muttering to the priestess, "Is it time to start now? Is she here yet? I hope that she didn't change her mind."
Descai frowns at Zitto. "I'm still not entirely sure-- oh! Look, they're starting." She turns to watch the ceremony at the shrine, wincing a little at how Uaithstaehh mangles his opening line.
Rix'shaw moves to seats with others from his house.
Aidoann bows to Uaithstaehh, not quite a deeply as at first but still respectfully, "Ie, of course."
The priestess turns towards Uaithstaehh, a brow raising slightly. Her expression seems rather unfazed by the... rusticness of the old man's approach. "Of whom do you speak, lhhai?" she asks evenly, her body now fully facing him.
T'Sha murmurs "Interesting" before Descai's focus causes her to turn toward the proceedings which, until now, have been background to the low mutter of the crowd.
Zitto is about to continue to explain it to Descai before she cuts him off saying that the wedding is about to begin. He doesn't say another word but rather turns his attention towards the priestess.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik looks around nervously. "You know who I-- OH! Oh, yes. Um." He clears his throat conspicuously. "I'm looking for Ishadhael t'Khellian. Is she here?" His voice now booms out across the garden.
The priestess ahhs softly, her head tilting in a faint nod. "Ah, ie. Dhat, she is not here," she says, her gaze level on Uaithstaehh, her expression exceedingly inscrutable. "For what purpose do you seek her? "
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik frowns, tapping his chin with one finger. "To... umm..." He pushes up his sleeve and looks intently at the inside surface of his left arm, reciting as if from a script, "I have a petition to ask of her." He grins sheepishly and asides, "You'd think that by the third time around I'd have the thing memorized, eh?"
Ezak smirks with the hint of a smile, settling into the notion at this /is/ the ceremony. He likes it.
Rix'shaw yawns and looks up and around him. He seems to frown at all the off worlders here for this special event.
Descai frowns faintly, shaking her head. "I can't believe this," she whispers under her breath to Zitto. "There's no accounting for her taste in men."
T'Sha quirks an eyebrow at the aside from what appears to be the intended mate of Ishadhael. Her gaze slides over those attending, her gaze meeting the disapproving one of Rix'shaw briefly.
Zitto listens to Descai, and doesn't respond. Obviously he has been caught a bit off guard with that comment. He just chuckles as he shrugs, "Oh, I'm sure she had a few right along the way" He remarks quietly to Descai. Leaning down slightly to practically whisper into her ear as she still stands near her.
The priestess nods once, slightly, with understanding, but doesn't comment - nor change her expression - at Uaithstaehh's explanation. Off a ways, mostly out of view from the shrine, the side door of the building opens. Ishadhael emerges, crossing the garden slowly. Her expression is one of blank serenity, nothing to betray any sign of joy or anxiety or any other emotion - almost a Vulcan expression. Arriving it the shrine, completely ignoring Uaithstaehh, she steps up to the priestess and bows deeply, a hand at her front to hold the fabric of her gown. "I am here seeking Uaithstaehh i-D'hannam tr'Radaik. Is he here?"
Aidoann blinks a little at the ceremony but shrugs and continues to listen.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik exhales a mighty sigh of relief. "Elements be thanked," he mutters, waving to Ishadhael. Sudddenly, he freezes and shoots a glance at the priestess. "Um... it's your line next, isn't it? Sorry 'bout that."
The priestess manages to stop herself from saying anything to Uaithstaehh, rather concentrating her gaze on Ishadhael. After a taking a moment to study her eyes, she asks, "for what purpose do you seek him?" Ishadhael then inclines her head in a shoulder-bow, her voice even as she responds, "to fulfill that which has been promised."
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik beams broadly, saying with confidence, "I'm over here, sahe'lagga!" He opens his arms in greeting.
Both Ishadhael and the priestess turn their heads towards Uaithstaehh's outburst, the priestess's face reflecting barely- concealed disapproval, Ishadhael momentarily looking like she'd rather be anyplace but here, say a Klingon waste-recycling plant. After the shock is forced away, the priestess inhales deeply, then directs her gaze to Uaithstaehh and begins speaking. "Dochaiu tempsam hwaoi, nhrainihhsuri na sien," she says, telling him in a very polite manner to hurry up and make his petition.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik looks down, clearing his throat again with a great deal of coughing, a thump on his chest, and a discreet glance at the crib sheet written on his forearm. "Um. Mayriruhwio mh'hoaernneaeletevha, vaehalokstevejhoiar. Nihroirhanneve rrhuiehstev mostuieraeihwio. (I come to you according to that which has already been decided. I ask if you now wish to bring it to fruition.)" The formal words come tumbling out in rapidfire clumps, as he strives to comply with the priestess's order to hurry up.
Ishadhael exhales, a fleeting trace of exasperation crossing her face as she collects herself for the response; she'd expected this man to perform better than this, given how many times he's been through it. After a moment or two, she responds in a Vulcanly logical voice, "Aihr'rrhuieh rhanam, rhe've, hre ihirateakhe khir rhanne." That is indeed my wish, else I'd not be here.
Aidoann quietly glances around at the other guests while the bride and groom are speaking.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik strides forward with a wide grin, his arms spread to embrace the lovely Ishadhael.
The priestess abruptly steps forwards to bar Uaithstaehh's way, raising her hands. "Simhoniu," she announces, ordering them to wait. Ishadhael obligingly steps back a pace and a half, and the priestess raises her head to address the assembled guests. "Aihr'difv khir rilhta, vaeha konaete temcaire elet s'Ishadhael ir-Ihhliae t'Khellian u's'Uaithstaehh i-D'hannam tr'Radaik?" she asks in a firm, clear, loud voice, asking if there is anyone present who would challenge this joining.
<OOC> Zitto says, "Jesus, whats with everyone paging me telling me to challenge :P"
Ishadhael glances furtively out to the crowd, her eyes falling on Zitto and resting there a very brief moment, almost beggingly, before she turns her head away again to look at the priestess.
Aidoann, of course, says nothing as she glances at the assembled guests once more before turning back to the ceremony.
Zitto remains standing where he is, his eyes meeting with Ishadhael's, but he does nothing. Remaining where he stands and in silence as he continues observing the proceedings.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik shoots what he hopes is a chilling glower out across the crowd.
Ezak smiles with the bliss of ignorance at the proceeding.
Jhu'kharnae smirks.
The priestess waits for a long time. Much longer than is normal. But finally, when there is really no further option, she announces continuation of the ceremony: "Ja lh'hdu mnean." She steps out of Uaithstaehh's way, turning to face the shrine for several long moments of silence, before turning around once again and speaking, addressing Ishadhael and Uaithstaehh, but in a voice that easily carries out to everyone assembled. "Love. Duty. These are words interchangeable when referring to what is shared between a wife and a husband. And, these are of course contained in mnhei'sahe - the mnhei'sahe of the wife, of the husband, and the mnhei'sahe of the family they establish. The Elements brought these two together, and the Elements, together with their mnhei'sahe, shall guide them through their common future. Have the bride and groom anything to say?"
T'Sha's hands slide into the sleeves of her robes as she watches the priestess and the ceremony with an impassive gaze.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik rushes forward again, but kneels this time at Ishadhael's feet, capturing her tiny hands in his meaty ones. "E'lev," he says in a deep, rumbling voice. "I know that I'm not one of those fancy city rihannsu from the homeworld, but I promise to do well by you. I've buried two wives, and I know a lot about what women want. I promise, my little galae'Fvillha, that I'll rub your feet every night and bring you sweets every morning, if you'll let me."
Jhu'kharnae turns towards the corner, lifting her left cuff to her mouth and speaking into it softly.
Ishadhael manages to retain a serene expression on her face as she watches Uaithstaehh kneel in front of her, her head tilting downwards slightly to watch him. If anyone were to catch the momentary glint in her eyes, they'd see them flashing something along the lines of a wish that he not be able to get up. Instead of saying anything like that, though, she simply nods at him, a slight smile crossing her lips. She glances to the priestess and gives her a nod, at which the elderly Rihanha looks out to the gathered. "Who has the contracts of marriage? "
Descai steps forward from the crowd, extending a parchment scroll in front of her. "Hfihar s'Khellian brings the contract for the marriage of Ishadhael t'Khellian," she says coolly, ignoring the kneeling Uaithstaehh to offer the scroll to the priestess.
Rix'shaw steps forward from the crowd, extending a parchment scroll in front of him. "Rix'shaw s'Radaik brings the contract for the marriage of Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik," he says as he looks with mild shame for the kneeling Uaithstaehh and offers the scroll to the priestess.
The priestess nods at Descai, taking the scroll and setting it down on top of the wooden box on the shrine's stone ledge. Next, the priestess turns as Rix'shaw offers his scroll, likewise giving him a nod and turning to put the scroll onto the box beside the Khellian scroll. She lifts the Khellian scroll, opens it and reads it over, and sets it down again, repeating the process with the Radaik scroll. "Would the representative of Hfihar Khellian step forth and sign the scrolls."
Rix'shaw moves back to his place after the priestess takes the scroll from him. His gaze moving slowly across the assembled guests.
Aeura stands off to the side with the local security detachment.
Descai takes a half-step forward, forcing Uaithstaehh to drop Ishadhael's hands and scramble backwards out of the way. She picks up an archaic ink-pen and signs both copies of the marriage contract on behalf of Hfihar s'Khellian, then steps hastily away.
The priestess nods at Descai, for a moment her face reflects compassion as she holds the nod briefly. She then straightens, and looks towards Rix'shaw. "And now, the representative of Hfihar Radaik. "
Rix'shaw looks at the priestess with a bit of shame as it appears he does not fully know or understand his role here. He moves forward to the shrine past the couple to sign the scroll.
Jacob whispers to Zitto.
Rix'shaw signs the copies and then moves away and back into the crowd.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik backs away hastily, trying to stand up at the same time. In his current state of inebriation, this overtaxes his limited supply of coordination and he manages to stumble heavily against the stone ledge of the shrine. He lurches the rest of the way to his feet, grimacing and discreetly rubbing the sore spot where his rump impacted the solid stone.
Zitto looks to Jacob and smirks as he just shakes his head and turns his attention forward.
Aeura turns to look over the proceedings, noting the present state of the groom, she just shakes her head and mentions something to her fellow security officers.
Jacob blinks slightly, allowing his head to fall slightly to rub the bridge of his nose. Looking back up, he takes focus back on the ceremony.
Rix'shaw sighs a heavy sigh as he watches the Uaithstaehh make an apparent fool of himself.
Aidoann blinks a little and shakes her head slightly.
Ishadhael looks ready to kill or die at the sight of the old man falling over against the shrine, thankful that at the very least he didn't knock the fireholder over. She exhales, closing her eyes and turning her face from the view of the guests and grimaces for a brief moment; those closest by might catch it. Looking up with her face returned to its earlier serene expression, her eyes fall on the priestess, who nods to her. "Ishadhael ir-Ihhliae t'Khellian, step forth and sign the contract." Ishadhael nods and starts forwards, then stops and turns to look at Descai. She steps over to her, whispering quietly, "May I use your pen, rian?"
T'Sha contemplates the groom with a neutral gaze, the whispering nearby distracting her attention very briefly before she turns attention back to what appears to be the business end of the ceremony. Paperwork.
Ezak winces slightly in sympathy with the bulky man. The gaff does, though, manage to shake him out from under the spell of ceremony. New aspects of the events take root as the participants become more than actors.
Descai shoots Uaithstaehh a wary glance and then steps forward to hand Ishadhael the pen. She whispers quickly, "Are you sure that you want to go through with this, rian? We can find a way out, if need be."
Zitto continues to watch the events raising an eyebrow, not really sure what to make of this situation. His head tilts to the right slightly.
Ishadhael takes the offered pen, nodding slightly at Descai's question with her eyes closed. "Ie, rian. For *our* hfihar, ie," she whispers, opening her eyes to look into Descai's eyes for a moment, smiling faintly and nodding. Then, she turns and moves to the ledge, signing her name on both scrolls with an arrogant flourish on her hfihar-name. The priestess nods after Ishadhael finishes and bows to her. "Uaithstaehh i-D'hannam tr'Radaik, step forth and sign the contract."
Jacob looks over to his left, slightly, questionative look on his face.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik steps forward with exaggerated care, setting each foot cautiously before shifting his weight onto it. "I'm sorry, e'lev," he mutters under his breath. "I'm not good enough for a flower of the homeworlds like yourself." He leans forward and signs his name to the contracts, one at a time.
T'Sha cants her head slightly, studying those assembled at the shrine quizzically. A colorful bird swoops over the crowd, chattering raucously at the formality.
The priestess watches Uaithstaehh sign the contracts, and when he is finished, she takes out her own pen to sign both of the contracts. She rolls them back up, handing the Radaik scroll to Descai and the Khellian scroll to Rix'shaw. Straightening and exhaling, she addresses the gathered. "Then, I pronounce that these two Rihannsu are joined in marriage, for now and forever." She gives Ishadhael and Uaithstaehh each a bow in turn, then she turns and walks down the pathway into the estate's main building. Ishadhael watches her leave, not wanting to look at Uaithstaehh, expecting some sort of ill-fitting outburst from him.
Jacob looks about the crowd before allow any sort of cheer, or outburst of celebration for the...happy couple.
Ezak applaudes quietly.
Zitto whispers to Jacob.
Zitto leans over to Jacob and whispers something to him, looking at him for a few moments before turning back to look at the newly weds.
Jacob nods is head slowly, blinking several times. He looks back forward towards the joined couple, still waiting to see what everyone else does.
Aeura gives a nearly silent show of applauding the 'happy' couple by not doing much.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik does not disappoint as he sweeps Ishadhael up into a great hug. "E'lev, welcome to Hfihar s'Radaik! All this--" He sets her down to gesture across the s'Radaik compound with both arms, encompassing gardens and great hall alike. "-all this is yours to command, my beloved wife."
Jacob whispers to Zitto.
Aidoann does pretty much as she's been doing the entire time: simply watch.
Zitto smirks to Jacob and chuckles softly as he shrugs, not replying to that whisper as he looks to the Vulcan Doctor and smiles to her before looking back at the main event.
Ishadhael is taken aback by the abrupt hug despite having expected something like this. She nods to Uaithstaehh, her lips giving him a smile that her eyes do not reflect. "Khnai'ru rhissiuy," she says quietly in thanks, extricating herself from the hug. "Perhaps we should go and speak to the guests, I've not had a chance to greet them yet."
Descai sighs softly, moving back to where she stood before near T'Sha and Zitto.
Zitto looks to Descai and motions her close, obviously wishing to whisper something to her as she approaches her original place with the group. He looks around at the majority of the people present while he waits for her to be close enough.
Ezak shuffles back toward Theano, still smiling though a hint of confusion plays at the corner of his eyes. "Interesting ceremony, no?"
T'Sha arches a brow at the 'grooms' actions, her gaze moving away from what may be considered an embarassing moment to follow Descai as she walks back to their group. She clears her throat slightly, leaning and murmuring, "hru'Kiith t'Khellian, what is customary after such a ceremony?"
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik hastily nods. "Ie, e'lev. What a good idea!" He strides out across the gardens toward Aeura, beaming broadly. "Jolan'tru erei'Erein! It's good to see that my old branch of the service has honored us by providing security--" He leans forward to whisper, only a hint of bloodwine on his breath. "--especially what with all these yikh my wife invited. Who would have thought that the dear girl knew so many yikh?"
Jacob nods, without words, to Descai as she arrives back at the Zitto and T'Sha group, where he actually was standing...yes, yes he was!
Aeura's eyes open wide and she nods a few times, giving a rather quick salute, thumping her right fist off her left breastplate. "Ie. Ie. Ah .. Quite.." Is all she manages to get out admist the flurry of words.
Descai obligingly moves closer to the small cluster of lloann'na, nodding a quick greeting to Jacob. "Under the circumstances, I suggest that adhereing to the Terran custom of offering 'Best wishes' rather than 'Congratulations' may be politic," she answers T'Sha softly.
Aeura then says, shortly afterwards, "Good luck with your marriage."
Ishadhael's expression relaxes as Uaithstaehh heads straight for Aeura; she, in her turn, looks about, searching the crowd. Not seeming to find the face she's looking for, she walks to Jhu'kharnae and bows in salute. "Jolan'tru, Khren," she says with a curious but polite tone. "I don't suppose you know the whereabouts of the Shiar'Fvillha?"
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik nods and smiles. "Quite all right, young lhhei - I understand that you can't chat too much on-duty. Hann'yyo very much, and feel free to stop by once you're off duty to try some of the ale." He turns around, his head swivelling in search of another guest to greet.
Jacob ahhs and nods, over hearing, of course, the conversation between T'Sha and Descai. He speaks quietly, "Somehow..yes, that does some more appropriate." he looks over to Zitto, then back to T'Sha.
Aeura nods, "Ie. Hann'yyo." She decides to bow slightly too. After that, she goes back to her duties, as it were. Which seem to consist of her standing around with other security officers and chatting.
Zitto looks to Jacob and T'Sha, nodding in agreement. Not saying anything but just agreeing as he looks around at the other guests.
Descai glances sideways up at Zitto. "You wanted me for something, lhhai?" she prompts.
Zitto nods as he leans forward to whisper something to Descai
Aidoann clasps her hands behind her back and goes back to crowd watching.
Zitto leans back after whispering to Descai as he continues to look around, his right eyebrow still raises slightly.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik looks around, and smiles slyly. He heads over to Ezak and booms, "Enjoying the festivities, young yikh?"
Aeura moves through the crowd then, heading in the direction if Ishadhael. Weaving her way through the crowd of people as she goes. Of course, she offers the customary nod or what not as she goes through.
Ishadhael glances sideways and sees something, or someone, and she says to Jhu'kharnae, "Excuse me a moment, Khren, I shall return shortly." She walks over to where Zitto, Descai and Jacob are, but on the way is intercepted by Aeura. She nods at her pleasantly. "Jolan'tru, erei'Erein, thank you for coming."
Zitto looks to Descai, blinking a few times. Obviously being told a few things that he didn't know. He leans forward to whisper to Descai once again.
Descai sighs and whispers something back to Zitto.
Ezak chuckles quietly and nods, sharing in the good humor. "Indeed, indeed. Quite an interesting ceremony. Right to buiness. I respect that." He nots at this in emphasis. Smiling, he confides, "You're a lucky man, sir. She's a fine woman." He pats his vest thoughtfully, wondering whether or not to offer a congratulatory nip of whiskey, but considers he ought to let things play out first.
Descai tiptoes up to whisper a quick answer to Zitto, her expression sober. She then turns to Jacob and says softly, "Jolan'tru, Commander Anderson. Any updates on the matter on which we last spoke?"
Zitto nods to Descai, but doesn't respond as she does head towards Jacob. Nothing really else to speak about on the matter. He just goes back to look at T'Sha, "So, what did you think of the ceremony, Doctor?" He asks.
Jacob hmms as he turns his attention over to Descai, to wit his smiles. "Jolan'tru.." As he expression fabes to a bit less of a happy one, "Well, yes and no...I've been given the politcal run around. Did you recieve my message?"
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik beams, chortling. "That I am, that I am. She's a powerful clever rihanha, and a pretty one too. Here, have you tried the ale yet?" He gestures Ezak towards the refreshment table. "We've got ale, and bloodwine, and fine ch'Havran wine, and... well, I'm not quite sure what it is, but I found it in the back of the wine cellar with the label missing, so it's got to be good!"
Ezak raises an eyebrow and chuckles quietly, "A mystery drink, eh? Now that's certainly my speed. You'll join me of course, sir?"
Aidoann continues to watch the crowd for a moment before heading over to the refreshment table and pouring herself a glass of good Romulan wine.
Descai's lips twist. "Ie, I did; I had been hoping that there might be something a little more recent - and a little more encouraging. Ah well, such is the way of bureaucracies." She manages a faint smile up at Jacob. "So did you bring ny guest with you to the ceremony? I'd not wish to be rude and steal your conversation away from your companions. "
Jacob looks around, down at each of his arms then back to Descai, "Unfortunately, there are few who would bring themselves to join me in.." He clears his throat and as he looks around taking in the mood, careful to select his word. "...to join me in comming to such a deep rooted cultural event." He nods, yes..good words, yes. "I've been on leave for two days, when I get back...I'll press the issue."
"Of course!" Uaithstaehh says, giving Ezak a hearty slap on the back. "I'm always up for a drink!" He heads to the refreshments table and pours two goblets of the mystery beverage.
Ishadhael nods once again to Aeura, excusing herself and continuing towards that small group. Firstly, she reaches Zitto, and she nods to him with a smile. "Ah, jolan'tru, lhhai. Thank you for coming. How have you been keeping?"
Ezak follows dutifuly and takes the offered vessel. He peers at the liquid with wary enthusiasm. The Tellarite raises it, ponders a moment and says, "To many years of happy matrimony!"
Aeura turns her head, looking over at Ezak and Uaithstaehh, almost expecting it to be poisonous or explode or something.
Aidoann sips on her own glass of wine and goes back to watching the other guests.
Zitto turns to face the newly wed and smiles softly, "I'm still causing trouble." He chuckles softly as he remarks to Ishadhael, "In all honesty, the invitation was rather unexpected. But I do appreciate the thought. How about yourself? Haven't heard from you for a very long time" He remarks.
Descai nods decisively. 'That is good to hear, Commander. I am glad that you are finally taking matters into your own hands. At your age and rank, it is more fitting that you show yourself to be a stable family man if you desire further promotion." It seems that she may have leapt to conclusions about just what issue Jacob will be pressing.
Ishadhael laughs faintly, her head tilted back to look up at Zitto as she answers. "I've been rather occupied. Went for an extended retreat at the temple, since then I've mostly been occupied with matters of duty." She smiles, "but, I didn't forget you, else I'd not have invited you."
"To matrimony!" Uaithstaehh agrees and drains the glass with a single gulp. His eyes cross slightly. After a moment, he declares "Whoo! I still don't know what that was, but Fire and water but it's strong!"
Ishadhael turns her head to glance towards Uaithstaehh's outburst for a moment, a dark, almost hostile, shadow crossing her face.
Zitto smiles softly, "Well, I'm glad to hear that I haven't left your thoughts. Its a warming notion" He remarks as he looks to the groom as he leans closer to her to whisper something.
Jacob grins with a slight chuckle. "No..not a family man." He says with a smile. "Commander is high enough for me, I have no desire to sit behind a desk for the rest of my career. I'm no politician."
Ezak gulps it down and literally staggers backward a step. His nose seems to want to leap through the back of his skull before he squints it back into place. "Yaaaah that's good!" He proclaims with a chuckle and a shakes of the head.
Zitto whispers to Ishadhael.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik laughs and pours himself another... whatever. "Drink up, young yikh!" he says cheerfully before striding over to greet the Feddie contingent.
Ishadhael chuckles softly at Zitto's words, and nods slightly. "That it will be," she replies, without bothering to whisper. She looks around again, then says, "Oh. Do you know where... Commander, is it? McAlister is? I invited him, as well..."
Jacob nudges Zitto in the side, looking over to the groom as he walks over, he tilts his head to the side to speak to him privately.
Jacob whispers to Zitto.
Ezak betrays a little relief at seeing the man -- and the expectation of contest glasses -- head back into the crowd. He pouts himself a glass from a water pitcher and finds a nearby seat in which to rest and survey the crows.
Zitto shrugs, "Haven't heard from him in a while." He looks to Jake, "Hey, Jake, you know where McAlister is?" He says as Jake then whispers something to him. He just grins.
Jacob smirks, "Under lock and key?" He chuckles, "Nah, not sure. I imagine Captain Blondel is working him pretty hard with his new duties"
Descai raises her eyebrows, watching the human males whisper at each other. "And just what are those new duties?"
Jacob ohs and looks back to Descai, "..forgive me. He's the executive officer onboard the Imperator. Just rejoined the fleet not to long ago."
T'Sha turns toward Ishadhael, saying quietly, "Best wishes on your marriage." Her gaze slides passed the woman to her approaching mate.
Zitto looks to the gathered group as he then says, "But, if you excuse me. I do have a few things I need to attend too. I do hope to get them finished up quick enough that I can return" He looks to Descai, "Pleasure seeing you again, hru'Kiith." He then turns to Ishadhael, "Good seeing you again as well. Best wishes on the marriage. And hopefully I'll be back to speak with you some more." He then turns to Jake and T'Sha, "I shall see you two back on the Pasteur" He says with a nod.
Ishadhael listens to Jacob's response with a brow slightly raised. "Hello, Commander Anderson," she says pleasantly, glancing at Descai and giving her a smile as she arrives and asks her question. Distracted by T'Sha, she turns to the Vulcan and inclines her head. "Thank you, lhhei. And thank you for taking the time to come, it is a long way from Thaes to ch'Nahir." She glances at Zitto, nodding. "Of course," she says pleasantly. "Thank you again for coming out."
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik walks up to the Feddies with a booming, "Jolan'tru, young yikh!" He nods absently to the departing Zitto. Spotting T'Sha, he drops into a bow and says, "And jolan'tru to you as well, lhhei. Have you finally seen the error of your ways and decided to embrace passion like a true rihanha?" He gives Ishadhael a quick hug by way of demonstration. "I've some passionate young men in my Hfihar who might be willing to help you uncover your inner passions," he adds with a lascivious wink.
Jacob cringes as he looks to the drunked groom, "...Hi." Is all he says, completely surprised by the outburst to T'Sha. He blinks and few..no, several tmes and looks around for someplace to hide.
A chirupping from a nearby tree followed by the wild vibration of branches causes leaves to tumble slowly to the ground. The sounds are all but ignore as she inclines her head to Zitto. Any response she was going to give are overridden by the boomed greeting from the groom. "Jolan'tru," the Vulcan states even as the brow climbs. There's a chill in her tone, "I am certain your young men in your...Hfihar...can find those more willing of their attentions."
Ishadhael winces a little at the hug and then, on hearing Uaithstaehh's offer to T'Sha, goes white as a sheet. She turns around, putting her back to Uaithstaehh and facing Descai. Her eyes widen, with a 'help me' expression in them, then she exhales and turns around. "Lhhei hei-Kiseva, please excuse that." She looks at Uaithstaehh crossly. "I think you've had quite enough to drink," she says saccharinely, "else you'll be falling over passed out rather quickly..."
Aidoann nearly does a spit take with her wine as she overhears Uaithstaehh. Very carefully, she swallows her drink and shakes her head slightly.
Jacob looks over to the tree...hrms..yes, hide in the tree...
Aeura chokes on her drink and coughs a little.
Descai smiles thinly and says, "Hru'hfirh s'Radaik, I'm sure that Doctor T'Sha already has plenty of suitors and does not need help in locating more. Perhaps you should listen to your new bride; after all, she would not wish you excessively inebriated on your wedding night."
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik looks at Ishadhael mournfully. "But sahe'lagga," he protests earnestly, "No amount of wine or ale can quench my passion for you! Why, my dear departed Kul used to say that I just got more adventurous with a bit of booze in me. That time we found ourselves a carafe of that yikh potato liquor, we ended up going at it in the fountain in the public square at 3 a.m., after everyone had cleared out..."
Aidoann just stares, the wineglass in her hand practically forgotten.
Jacob mumbles something about, no...but it kills brain cells. With his smile facade still on, he nods to the group. "Best wishes on your union.." he says to Ish and her groom, he look sover to Descai, giving the 'I'm going elsewhere' look, and meanders away over to the refreshment area.
T'Sha inclines her head to Ishadhael and Descai, the chiselled expression thawing ever-so-slightly. "Some have difficulty with mind- altering substances..." she says, flickering an almost clinical look to tr'Radaik and continuing after his blustering "...and it appears it is not restricted to Humans and Klingons."
Aidoann manages to give a very slight, but polite, nod to Jacob as he passes by.
Ishadhael turns her head away from Uaithstaehh, fighting the expression of exasperation and disgust that wants to grow on her face. "Uaithstaehh," she says in an over-loud whisper, her head leaned towards him, "if at least in public you'd stop talking about your former wives, I'd appreciate that immensely. Especially about such things." Her head then swivels, nodding apologetically at everyone, especially T'Sha.
Descai shoots that coward Jacob a glare. "Evidently so," she answers T'Sha with an expressive roll of her eyes. "Perhaps it might be wise for the guests to, ah, adjourn to a neighboring restaurant and leave the, ah, newlyweds to a little privacy?" she suggests.
Jacob stops, somewhat abruptly. He turns and makes his way back over to Aidoaan, "...Excuse me for being so intruding.." He says with a smile, "But, I was curious what you were having to drink? It looks tasty."
Ezak sips his water from well across the way and admires the garden.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik sighs. "As you wish, my little Fvillha. But I'm sure that both Kul and Ussi would have approved of you. Such sweet, gentle-spirited rihannsu they were. Why, Ussi always told me to remarry if anything happened to her, because I need a woman's hand to manage me!" He smiles at Ishdhael hopefully.
Aidoann blinks faintly at Jacob, "Oh, ah... Rihannsu wine." she says somewhat absently, "It's stronger than the ale."
Jacob ohs and hrms, "I've not had that before, at least...not that I remember." He looks over to Uaithstaehh, and motions over slightly with his shoulder. "Is that what the groom is drinking?"
T'Sha inclines her head at Descai's suggestion, giving a slight bow to the newly wedded couple. "Best wishes..." she looks to the inebriated groom before focusing on Ishadhael "....to both of you." And with that she steps back slightly to disengage and start for the door.
Ishadhael's eyes close as she takes several deep breaths following Uaithstaehh's latest comment. She opens it as T'Sha addresses her, and steps to follow the Vulcan's back step, leaning in to whisper something to her quickly, before giving her a bow. "Thank you again for coming." She turns back to Uaithstaehh. "Ie, you do. And what was it I just told you?" she asks, again her voice synthetically sweet.
Ishadhael whispers to T'Sha.
Aidoann shrugs faintly, "Perhaps, ie... but it must have been seve..." she trails off, realizing she probably should not be saying such things - to a yikh no less, and glances over at the bride and groom. Looking back at Jacob she simply says, "Perhaps."
Descai steps forward, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's all move this party out to the restaurant, to give the newlyweds a little time alone together," she announces. "We can put the drinks - of known provenance - on Hfihar s'Radaik's tab."
Jacob crosses his arms over his chest, "Perhaps...I wouldn't drink it then." He smiles to her, tips his head slightly. "Cheerio, I believe we're being hurded to the restaurant."
Aeura decides it's over and breaking up enough. She heads out of here.
Ezak strugges to his feet. He upends the glass of water, rests it on the table, and starts for the courtyard.
Ishadhael looks at Descai, nodding appreciatively. "Ie, do that, please. I'll join later," she says with - perhaps surprisingly - a smile. Though probably not one that looks like the usual wedding-night smile.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik kneels before Ishadhael and says plaintively, "You said... um... not to talk about doing you-know-what in public anymore, sahe'lagga?"
Ezak smiles and nods to the bride as he passes, mouthing a silent: "Congratulations."
T'Sha cants her head at the quiet comment, her head inclining again. "Unnecessary," she murmurs in reply to Ishadhael. "And it was an.... honor to attend" With that she moves out of the gardents, gaze locked to Jacob's back.
Aidoann downs what's left of her glass and sets the empty glass on the table before following the others out. "Elements be with you, khre'Riov." she states as she passes by Ishadhael, bowing quickly and heading past.
Ishadhael watches people leaving, then looks expressionlessly at Uaithstaehh as he kneels. "I said not to talk about your former wives anymore. I really don't care about them," she says. She looks at Aidoann as she passes and gives her a nod. She glances back to Uaithstaehh. "Stand up, and go drink some tea. Without any wine in it. " With that, she turns away, heading to sit on the nearby bench.
Ezak shuffles along, spotting the same gibberish as before which lead to the restaurant.
Uaithstaehh tr'Radaik lumbers to his feet with a mumbled, "Ie, sahe'lagga." He heads for the refreshments table, muttering under his breath, "Tea without any wine in it. Tea without any wine in it. Tea with any wine in it..."
Ishadhael shakes her head, then exhaling, she shrugs and laughs softly to herself, watching Uaithstaehh head for the table. Maybe he'll even fall over now, if he keeps drinking...
Sli'terrh walks towards Ishadhael, giving a slight smile as he lowers his head in a bow, "Congrations.." he says as he passes by, heading for the courtyard, not wanting to disturb the 'happy' couple.
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