Jibbom's Wedding

Drums. Drums resound along the halls in tribal fashion. Beating drums, dancing drums. A symbol of Angoron and beloved of oruch and used by tribes the world over, someone's brought them here. Oh, and booze. Lots of booze. Barrels of it in fact that...

All smells like hippie-flowers.

It's hippie-booze.

There are a number of sith, here. Oruch, half-oruch, hired to man the drums. They beat the fire-skins and someone's hired to play a flute somewhere. The Temple of Tarien is alive, with the sound of music. Moonshadow and other oruch, and sith, have been drafted--it's all last minute. VERY last minute.

...and that's when the groom-to-be comes stumbling in, supported by friends on either side. The way he's walking, it's a wonder the lucht is upright at all.

"Woooo!" Jibbom shouts, pumping his arms over his head. "Fear not, citizens!" He slurs loudly. "It is I, your hero, Steel Von Ironblood, Bane of the Night! And I am here... to marry!" He has even worn his finest soiled robes for the occasion. A khazadi merchant stumps by, and shakes his head. He hands someone a crowbar before, "Them's for the barrels. I wash my hands of this." The Avatar-priest of Jibbom, that is Jibbom is here! Along with recent converts..which are probably none, despite his hard work. Maybe a few people as drunk as Jibbom who thought it would be amusing to follow along with the game. "Jibbom my good friend! It is I! Also Jibbom!" Vuk announces as he runs up to Jibbom in his comical outfit of ..well Jibbom, surprisingly, not drunk. Not surprisingly, he has bacon wrapped chestnuts to try and tempt Jibbom into being placated of Ire. Leisel has come with a small contingent from the Druid's Grove. Dressed in earthy finery, with flowering vines hanging from her hair. She glances upwards, in which a small beetle pops out of her hair. She talks quietly, "Yes yes.. you have top row. Yes he remembers you, but this is a special day for him. Don't go bothering him with recounted stories. Yes yes... he's your idle. No, I don't think he has any poop." Leisel glances at the others form the grove, all smiling. She leans towards one elf, "He never wanst anyone to forget he's travelled with Steel Von Ironblood."

Renfrey does his best to help Jibbom keep upright despite barely keeping up himself, a bottle in his hand. "He's all ready!" Ren declares confidently. A bottle still in hand in case the groom shows signs of sobriety.

Then. Through and around people gathered there a murmur of movement. And maybe yelps. What's this? It's a bounding wolf. With a wolfling.

       Gurr was only given one important task. Get her there. After that? He was promised food. Lots and lots of food. Which is why he's in a hurry to get done.

       Rhar is dressed in her finest furs! Which are her only furs. The same ones she's worn since forever. Even the decorative sprinkling of twigs and leaves are there, along with the usual cosmetic smears of dirt. She did add one special ornament for the occassion! Tangled in her very long snarl of curly hair is a shiny new silver spoon!

       "CYOOTIE!!!"

       She heard him, and she'd know that very loud, confident, funny, and multi-syllabic voice anywhere.

Moonshadow is standing in the area and....looks really unconcerned at the moment. She sits in the lotus position and seems to be meditating. Can you even meditate around Jibbom?

Ssylrath trails after Rhar into the temple looking pretty much exactly the same as normal. Luckily it appears that his swiftclaw is outside this time. He surveys the room and then stands off to one side out of the way. Aenyn is sitting on the roof of the temple of Tarien, his feet dangling over the edge and idly kicking the air. He leans forward slightly to look down at the festivities below. He grins widely, shaking his head. "You never cease to amaze," he murmurs.

Jibbom beams ear to ear at the sound of his bride to be. "Ah! My lovely fiancee!" He whirls about drunkenly to face her, in total disregard for the usual tradition of not seeing the bride before the ceremony. "You look radiant! Your new jewelry suits you perfectly."

He means the spoon, of course.

Tatyannah finds a place high up from which to watch the festivities. Just in case. Possibly near Aenyn. She just feels sorry for the poor bastards below. /Something/ is going to happen, she's not sure what, but it's just best to be out of the way, just in case it does.

"And if there are. ...hatchlings. You will never ssleep. Again." Svarshan is passing on Words of Wisdom to the wobbly True-Jibbom, not the Jibbom-in-False-Clothes. And he pauses after these grave words, these wise words, to add, "But hatchlings are. Good. Very good. You sshould have. Many...RRHAR!" he says, and it's not a yell, it's a name.

He stands there, mostly conscious and supported by his tail and two legs, as he watches the couple reunite. He nudges Renfrey with his elbow. Jibbom has just -shorted- even Vuk's rather dodgy logic circuit. He just sort of gestures at the two, then at the temple floor. Then The heavens, then actually collapses with the platter of treats spilling. "Sandy. Diety. Marry. Help. Wolf." He says and ..yep. Vuk's truly troubled. Maybe he -really- did take the Jibbom worship to viewing him as a god and this just blew apart his world view of Noble lineage and wedding.

Rhar bounds off of Gurr before he slows down all the way. Not see Jibbom before the wedding? She didn't know that. But it's the wedding. Not before. So she can see him now! She meets him with a mighty wolf-hug. Lifts him off the floor. Spins him around more. "Merry!" Then she hears someone calling her name. She spots Svarshan, and waves. Jibbom. Since she's already holding him. Bigger wave. Easier to see, too. Renfrey looks up at Svarshan and hands the Sith the bottle "You brought me along remember, good day Rhar!" he waves with both hands. Ssylrath looks surprised. "Ssshe's marring /him/? That I did not expect." He shrugs, resigned but looking around the room and at the performers with interest.

"May the Father Dragon blesss you with many hatchlings!" Svarshan calls out. He manages the entire sentence and looks astonished enough that he stops talking, right after that. When Renfrey speaks up he looks at the man, still too astonished to say much of anything.

In the meanwhile, drums pick up. So does the flute. It's sort of hap-hazard, and after a while the band manages to get together well enough to play a coherent tune that's probably at least roughly familiar to most present. "Yes! Marry!" Jibbom shouts happy as he is whirled around by Rhar. "And all the most illustrious citizens of the realm are here!" He beams as he looks around the audience. "Okay! Let's get this show on the road. We've got the best man here..." He drunkenly waves at Svarshan. "Now we just need the rest of the wedding party. And someone to do the ceremony." He raises his voice even further. "Who wants to be in the wedding of Steel Von Ironblood, Bane of the Night?" Aenyn glances over at Tatyannah and grins, "I see someone else had a similar idea as me. Best seats in the house!" He reaches into a pouch at his belt and pulls out a handful of assorted nuts. He starts to munch on them. Tatyannah continues to peer down from her vantage point, even as she starts to pull out snacks and other such things. "Precisely," she says to Aenyn. "I don't know what it is, but something horrible is going to go on down there and in the end, if I was down there, I'd probably be angry about it. So, I am up here, so I can point and laugh about it." Svarshan hefts the bottle Renfrey had given him, and gestures towards Sandy with it. "Sshe owns. A clothing sshop. Knows. Fanssee. Things." Pause. Solemn, as the next words are chosen. ...but he fails. So instead, he nods towards Rhar, the gesture suggesting Sandy would be of help to her party. Leisel stands watching the mayhem... as the druids smile watching all that goes on. Ssylrath clanks forward in his plate armour. "I will ssstand with Rhar for she is Pack. Is this your wish?" He addresses the last to Rhar herself, waiting for a response. Sandy pauses. She looks at Svarsah. Eyes him. Eyes him for a long moment. DId he just volunteer her for something? She takes a step back. A very large step back.

Aenyn nods solemnly to Tatyannah as he chews his chosen snack. "Laughter is important. If you can't laugh at life, you're doing it wrong." He looks back down at the wedding below, "And whatever is going to happen down there, I'm sure laughter will be involved somehow." Rhar points a finger at Ssylrath. "Yes!" Then she waves him over. She looks around for Gurr. He should be part of this. She knows he wants to be.

       Actually, what Gurr wants to be is well-fed and asleep. Preferably elsewhere. In lieu of that, he finds a nice hiding spot beneath a table. Which conveniently has food on it.

       When Rhar doesn't see Gurr, she takes Svarshan's suggestion and points at Sandy. "Yes! Come!" Rhar must include Cyootie's former mate. To prove unequivocally that Cyootie is now Rhar's mate.

Renfrey grins to Svarshan "Pfff they need a holy man and your kind of like that right? Do it!" he elbows Svar back. Vuk will rouse eventually, Gobber nuttery lets him spring back..or he doesn't want an outsider making a mockery of Communion of the Divine Jibbom. If you read the Pamphlets. "Eh? Do we require a priest to oversee this union? I, the Avatar Priest of Jibbom, that is Jibbom of the Communion of the Divine Jibbom can see this marriage made proper, right, and true. At least, according to our religious codes." Which are all made up and deranged to begin with. Like Jibbom. Jibbom beams approvingly. "Yes! A fine choice for Maid of Honor." He nods towards Sandy. "After all, she will soon be our neighbor! I have purchased the estate next to hers. We shall make our den in the great manor, and our many children shall roam freely over our lands." Oh no.

Svarshan makes his way over, and then smacks Jibbom a few times on the back. "Sssa. It iss not a. Wedding without your. Friendss there." He looks from one to the other, and then to Sandy and Ssylrath. And then stills when Renfrey says THAT. ...he makes a sort of gurgling sound in the back of his throat.

Ssylrath moves over to stand somewhere vaguely near Rhar. He is quite possibly the most unfamiliar with the expected ceremony here, having never been in a softskin temple nor at a softskin wedding. He looks it too, appearing somewhat lost and trying to keep out of the way yet available to the bride. "Oh I'm positive laughter will be involved," Tatyannah tells her companion. In fact, she breaks out in to an odd-choked, possibly horrified laughter when Jibbom reveals he bought the place next to Sandy.

"Druid," Svarshan manages eventually. He finds the word and forces it out, then takes a slow and deeper breath. He nods towards Leisel, the woman standing there in her robes and greens. Unfortunately, given the recent gravity of Renfrey's horrible words, he nods by accident to the beetle upon Leisel's shoulder.

"I am not Jibbom's mate," says Sandy, firmly, to Rhar. "I have not been Jibbom's mate. I've /never/ been Jibbom's mate." Still, though, she's being nudged forward by the ceowd. More or less, anyways, with a look of resignation not entirely dissimilar from that of a prisoner marching towards the gallows. That Jibbom says he's going to move in near her only make sher look even more horrified.

Rhar smiles back and up at Ssylrath. She's happy he's here. And she doesn't know anything about temples or weddings, either. But it doesn't matter. Then she echoes Jibbom with a big "Yes!" After than, she looks at Jibbom. "Manor?" "A great big fancy den!" Jibbom explains to Rhar, grinning widely. "You'll like it. Very fancy." He raises a finger in the air. "But first, the wedding! Come on, it's ceremony time! Who wants to perform the whatchamacallit?" He grabs Rhar's hand and heads towards the nearest thing that resembles an altar.

Aenyn laughs a bit as well since that's really all he can do at this point. "Remind me to steer clear of that part of the city for a while." He falls quiet as Jibbom calls for the ceremony to begin, the only sound coming from him being the sound of him eating. This is one of those times, where part of Vuk's hero worship addled brain realizes he might be incurring wrath of the Gods. "Then the wedding shall commence! Begin stoking the fires! Let them burn into the sky and the dancers commence dancing!" Altar? Well if there -isn't- an Altar, Vuk will find a Giant born to raise him! "I, the Avatar Priest, that is Jibbom, shall commence with out delay, the proceedings to see the Truest Hero of Alexandria, one made Diety to many, Jibbom, Prince like Protector, married to Rhar!" He says and gestures wildly to add dramatic effect, or because as always, Vuk is about to careen off his perch. God at least it isn't that stool in the Fernwood pub! When Sandy sees Vuk, she just stops for a moment and asks, pretty obviously in the most rhetorical way possible, "Anyone not see this one coming?" Dry tones to her voice. She glares at Svarhsan -- this is somehow all his fault -- and stays exactly where it has been indicated that she ought to be for the moment. Jibbom is given a horrified look, as well. Svarshan stands there a moment. He opens his mouth. ...and closes it slowly then, before looking up at the sky. He appears to be waiting for lightning to strike.

Ssylrath watches the strange customs of these mad people with interest, curious to see how Alexandrians do things like this. He seems a little surprised at some of the things said but shrugs and accepts it as normal for this odd land.

In the background, the drums pick up again. Hey, they were hired for the evening! So they drum and thrum, and fill the hall with festive sounds.

Rhar doesn't know anything about wedding cermonies. So she follows her husband-to-be's lead. To the priest that must know many powerful magical things. And weddings. "Yes! Let the grand ceremonyness commence!" Jibbom slurs as he wanders up to the 'altar' in front of Vuk, still gripping Rhar's hands and staring into her eyes. "All shall bear witness to our heroic love!"

Cesran has come to this wedding prepared with all sorts of spells all ready on him. He has gotten a spot in the back and he has his staff with him who is crying. Cesran sighs as he helps to dab the eyes of the dragon head on top of the staff.

Tatyannah starts dropping bits of her food on Sandy, mostly because she's mean. Otherwise, she's just waiting for something really interesting to start happening. A few of the drummers look up, as well, after Vuk makes his announcement. The sound continues for a while though and some of them skip a beat--whether from surprise or the copious amounts of drinking going on is anyone's guess.

"Wait, wait! I've got a bouquet!" one of the drummers surges to his feet, and runs that way. He has a bouquet of dandelions and tulips. They're thrust into Rhar's hands. Vuk is not an actual priest, infact, this is -actually- mostly Sandy's Fault for the whole 'Are we sure that he isn't Jibbom?'. Or some thing like that. "Behold then and bear witness to this wonderous occasion! May all of Alexandria revel for months to come! The rings must be brought forth, and the one whom once was beholden to Jibbom must first denounce her burning passionate love of him!" Vuk is also making this all up. "Then and only then, may the rings be presented for this most benefict occasion!" Ssylrath stays a few steps back from Rhar, not so close as to crowd but not too far away. He keeps an eye on Sandy and Svarshan for cues as to expected behavior. "Oh right. The rings." Jibbom clearly had not thought of this in advance. He looks out at the crowd. "Who's got some rings?" Cesran looks down at his feet and he mutters to himself, "Please don't let them remember I forge rings." He says as his staff continues to blubber. And suddenly Rhar has flowers to go with the Jibbom in hand. Free gifts! She sniffs at the bouquet. Then bites a leaf off of one of the dandelions. Hours d'ouevres! Then Cyootie is talking about showing their love and rings. She looks at the altar. "Mate? Here? In ring?" Svarshan looks over towards the other sith. His expression is solemn and... "Coyote," he says in response, and then he looks down to Jibbom and..."Rings?" he asks. "What are. Thosse for?" "...After you're married, give it a good toss. It happened at my sister's wedding, and--I mean, it's a custom. Whomever it lands on is the next one to get married! So tradition says, at any rate." The red-headed man who'd given Rhar the bouquet grins, and then gives a jump before jogging back to his drums. He rejoins the drumming line, and--Thrum, thrum, THRUM!

The sound and music takes the hall.

Kind of.

Tatyannah pulls a couple of things out of one of her many pockets, a couple of cheap rings she was going to sell for cash later. "Should I volunteer," she asks of Aenyn. "I could lower them down on a bit of string."

The first bit of food that hits Sandy's head is ignored. The second one that lands makes her brush at her hair. The third? The third has her looking up and pointing in Tatyannah's direction, "You stop that," she growls. This is horrifying enough as it is and now she has FOOD in her hair! "Not /in/ the ring." Jibbom quickly clarifies to Rhar. "But we need to put rings on each other's hands. Then we say some stuff, then make out and people cheer." That's Jibbom's understanding of it, anyways. "Now, where are those rings?" Over in the cornre, a bald headed, human man with brown eyes and an amused look on his face is hanging back. He's dressed casually, but anyone who knows better would recognize him as a member of the Tarienite clergy. He's got his eyes up on the rafters from time to time. Yep. That's Aenyn's dad for those who'd know. Aenyn has already pulled a ring out of one of his pockets as Tatyannah asks her question. He laughs as he shows her the ring, "I had the same thought, it seems. One from each of us perhaps?"

Tatyannah beams at Sandy and gives her a little wave, "I was just trying to get your attention. They still need rings? I've got a couple. I'm pretty sure their fingers won't turn green." She eyes the couple to be married, "Well, greener." She gives Aenyn a nod, "Yes, I believe so." She tucks away one ring, then pulls out a bit of rope, to which she puts the ring on, before handing it over to Aenyn, "Who are we to stand in the way of true love?" Rings are magically appearing, Vuk will use this to his advantage. "Behold! By the grace of the Gods do rings appear! This wedding is blessed by Divinity it self! These rings shall be eternal as their love! As Great as the hunger of Jibbom him self! Blesse'd be The Deity like one!" Vuk may very well never leave his shack after this. "Now if Lady Sandiel shall first renounce her love of Jibbom! We may view this wedding onopposed, despite her jealousy of Rhar!" "Truly the Coyote has blessed us!" Jibbom shouts at the appearance of the rings. When Vuk takes the ceremony to the next logical stage, he looks expectantly at Sandy.

The drums pick up. Adding to the tension. Aenyn takes the rope and slips his ring on it as well. It's about as cheap at Tatyannah's and silver. Ish. One the rings are secure, he lowers them down to the ceremony below. He grins at Tatyannah, "Ya hear that? We're Divinity." He laughs.

Cesran looks up as he sees the ring start to come down and he shakes his head a little bit. He takes out a rod and he waves his hands a little bit using his rod of silence to create some ephemeral music with prestidigitation, but without using his commanding voice to say the command word. Tatyannah laughs out loud, "Indeed. Well, maybe I'll just stick to be an instrument of Tarien's will. In some ways, despite the sound of it, it might be safer. After all, we wouldn't want any other divinities to get an ideas about us." "You have my attention," says Sandy, calling back to Tatyannah, but then there are rings and her eyes narrow warily before she glances down towards Rhar and Jibbom again. There's relief in her expression. Vuk makes her pause and blanch. A horrified look comes across her face. "Wait, what?" she says, "There's no love to renounce!" That counts, right? Rhar says, "Cyootie!" Rhar yells. Then she howls. Long and loud. It's less coyote, more wolf. But close enough? And then there is the sandy lady mention. And Rhar eyes her. Expectantly. Glaringly." "Cyootie!" Rhar yells. Then she howls. Long and loud. It's less coyote, more wolf. But close enough? And then there is the sandy lady mention. And Rhar eyes her. Expectantly. Glaringly. Well, given Sandy once teleported Vuk, and is known to Enslave Gobbers to work airships, he won't press it, he just forces his voice not to crack. "By the power vested in me as the Avatar Priest of Jibbom that is Jibbom, may the Lord Jibbom present a ring to One Rhar! Chosen of Jibbom! Holy Mate of his deitiness!"

"Don't forget tha bouquet!" calls the drummer from the sides! Pulling an apple out of her pouch, then, Sandy promptly throws it at Tatyannah.

The bald-headed man is now bursting out laughing.

Svarshan takes a slow breath, and then moves to stand beside Jibbom. "If Rhar leapsss at. Ssandy. Try to. Catch her," to Ssylrath. "Yes!" Jibbom shouts gleefully, snatching the ring before placing it upon the hand of his glaring pride. "With this ring, I, Steel Von Ironblood, Bane of the Night, do wed thee, Rhar!" Aenyn hmms softly at Tatyannah, "You do have a point there. Though I never knew Tarien was a minstrel." He doesn't wait to see if that lame joke gets a laugh or not and turns his attention back to the wedding.

Ssylrath nods at Svarshan, not really comprehending completely but willing to comply with the strange customs of this place. Rhar's finger is protected from green ringing by a protective layer of dirt. She grins excitedly at Jiboom while he puts it on her. Or tears it off of his pride. She looks like she wants to say.. something. But she doesn't know what. So she waits, and looks. From Ssylrath to Svarshan to Vuk to Sandy to other people and back to Jibbom.

Vuk is truly making this up as he goes, fortunately, rings seem common place. "Now! Rhar, soon to be loved of all of Alexandria, you may give onto Lord Jibbom, the ring gifted to you by the Gods them selves!" Cesran watches as he lets the music continue to play and he changes it a bit as the ceremony comes to the exchange of rings. Jibbom beams delightedly at his pride/bride, extending his hand expectantly. Svarshan's face rumples. He would like to help Rhar, but he's terrible with words. Awful with them. He leans down to say a thing and..."Jusst. Bite him," he says. That sounds simple enough. So romantic. So sith-makar!

Tatyannah reaches down to catch the apple, "Thanks," she says cheerfully. She flashes a smile Aenyn, even as she cuts the apple in half and offers it over. Rhar takes the ring in one hand. And Jibbom's in the other. She's grinning like a very happy bride. With lots of teeth. Then she nods. Twice. She slides the ring on. Even on the same finger as the one she now wears. Now they're the same! Then she tugs his hand to pull him close. And bites him on the shoulder. Not too hard. Just enough to hold him there. For a second. Ssylrath nods approvingly. Finally something that seems familiar.

Jibbom beams at the ring, then squeals with surprise at the biting. "My beautiful bride, please, contain your powerful lusts for me! You must save it for the honeymoon." Aenyn takes the offered apple half with an "Oh! Thank you!" then takes a bite. He nearly spits it back out again when Rhar bites Jibbom on the shoulder. Svarshan nods as well. And then adds, "When you are. Ready, haul him. Off," he says solemnly, just as the drummer speaks up again, "Don't forget the bouquet!"

More of the drummers break out into cheers, a few performing some riffs to celebrate! Vuk would agree with Jibbom statements, but he raises his hands upon to the heavens. "I, Avatar Priest of Jibbom, that is Jibbom...pronounce Lord Jibbom and Lady Rhar married! May the gods bless this union! May all of Alexandria Rejoice! Let it known that these brave adventurers! Protector of Virtues and Charities known to the lands have named Lady Sandiel Godmother of their children, whom shall be like a pack of justice seeking wolves upon the world! Let it be known Svarshan! ... Some thing important of some thing! Godfather of their children! May it never come to pass either must enact sacred duties!" With that, Vuk dances on the Giantborn to make the Bells make a chaotic racket before he settles. "Thus, I decree, henceforth, for a month, shall none imbibe naught by Mead, and they may revel in their lusts and desires for them selves!"

Tatyannah chokes a little herself at the bite. "This is the /weirdest/ ceremony I have /ever/ seen." "Yes! Let all celebrate this eternal union of true heroic love!" Jibbom shouts. "LET THIS BE THE GREATEST PARTY THE COYOTE HAS EVER BROUGHT!" He practically lunges at Rhar to kiss her with wanton enthusiasm. Sandy gives Tatyannah a dirty look when the apple fails to bean her over hte head. THen Jibbom is bitten and she just stareas for a long moment. She opens her mouth, then shuts it.

In the back of the room, a halfling that some might recognize as having been the one in charge of the 'bragging contest' slips out the door very quietly. 

Aenyn's father, the bald-headed man who's been hanging back, is now laughing even harder.

Renfrey returns from the little boys, adjusting his belt andlooking a bit sad for having missed the big moment. He lightly punches Svar "Thats for recommending prune wine." well maybe not so lightly. "CYOOTIE!" Rhar yells! She makes Cyootie's lunging easy, too. By picking him up bodily. In a giant wolf-hug. That he can feel all the way to his heart. By way of ribs! Then much kissing ensues. With extra happy drool. Energetic enough that her new husband will have some of Rhar's cosmetics rubbing off! This is when, before people decide to stab Vuk to death like Caesar, he leaps off the Giantborn he used to do the wedding from and goes to try and find some place to hide, preferably, with a bottle of brandy. "Ow," Svarshan replies, and then watches the howls and the pick-me-ups. "May you have many--" and then the rest of the priest's words catch up with him. Godparent. His features go blank. Absolutely. Blank.

Jibbom doesn't mind getting covered in drool and Rhar's other various smudges. He's beaming with absolute delight when the kiss ends. "Our many, many children shall run free and wild across our mighty den and those of our neighbors!" Meaning Sandy, of course. Jibbom kisses Rhar again with complete disregard for discretion. Aenyn nods at Tatyannah, "Same here. Even for this temple." He takes another bite of his apple and after swallowing, he adds, "Well, noone objected to the ceremony at least. But there's still the reception to go." Ssylrath watches with so much interest he's almost taking notes for a paper to be published later. Almost. "This hasss been most educational. Not what I exsspected at all really. Is it always this... peaceful at these events?" He is speaking to nobody in particular. Rhar likes the kissing. But there's also more. It's not just merry. It's a merry party. And she remembers something about throwing. So she hefts upon Jibbom, and tosses him out for the crowd. "GO FAR!"

"There isss. Less posturing," to Ssylrath, wryly. Svar pauses for a while after that. And then pauses a while longer. "But I do not think. Any union of the Coyote-touched isss anything. Ssseen before."

"Wheeee!" Jibbom laughs delightedly as he sails through the air like a drunken duckling, colliding headfirst into Ssylrath. Sandy is ducking and covering. The last thing she needs is Jibbom landing /anywhere near her/. SHe hides behind, well.. anyone who happens to be nearby, honestly.

Ssylrath staggers back a couple of steps but for all his speed the groom is still a Lucht. Mostly. The Sith warrior braces himself with his tail and keeps his feet, hefting the flying man. "Do you wisssh to be thrown back or will you travel under your own power?" The question is polite as if the situation is completely normal. "Throw me back to my true love with all possible speed!" Jibbom instructs, equally nonchalant. Or possibly just concussed.

"I have to admit," Tatyannah says to Aenyn, "I am surprised there were no objectors, possibly professional mourners, that sort of thing. It seems like a Jibbom thing to do." Rhar throws her hands up when Ssylrath catches Jibbom. Perfect! Ssylrath won't have to throw Jibbom far. Rhar is already bounding his way rapidly. To collect her mate. Ssylrath gives the groom some advice for his life with Rhar. "Good luck. You will need it I sssuspect." H then hefts the him and lobs him back in the direction of his bride, trying not to cause more injury than is necessary.

Svarshan steps back abruptly as Jibbom's thrown sailing like a drunken duckling. It takes him a while to take it all in with the drumming, and the abrupt flight overhead...and then a slow smile settles at his features. "Their tradition isss. Now, Coyote will bless you with a. Cihuaa," he says. Then, "Dragon blesss, we sshall. Ssee. What Omenss bring."

Renfrey hides behind Svar so he doesn't get nailed by flying halfling. "You know this is not a normal human wedding right? Halfling maybe..." he adds.

"Wheee!" Jibbom declares again as he is tossed into Rhar, practically tackling her to the ground. That means it's time for more absolutely improper kissing. Aenyn finishes his apple half and drops the half-core into the festivities below without regard for who may be underneath. "That would have been a Jibbom thing to do. Maybe his new bride is changing him." He manages to say it with a straight face, but said expression lasts but a few moments afterwards before he bursts out laughing. "I know what the. Myrrish taught me," Svarshan replies solemnly to Renfrey. There's a trace of a smile there, if one knows where to look. Tatyannah snorts at what Aenyn, snickering a lot, at least until she sees Jibbom and Rhar being 'amorous' and then has to turn away. Some things can't be unseen.

Sandy looks like she's going to sick up at the ight as well. She turns and marches to a corner. Clearly, she is overcome by emotion at the loss of Jibbom! "Did you hear that?" Jibbom declares after Svarshan's words. "It is my sacred duty to tap that booty!" More wanton kisses.

Tatyannah shudders, "He has profaned the word 'booty'. I think -I think I'm going to be ill."

Ssylrath crouches down and looks under the table where Gurr went earlier. "Come on Gurr, I'll find you sssome food, we'll keep out of their way until tomorrow." He waits to see if the wolf will respond.

Rhar still likes the kissing. This time there's another bite, too! Svarshan was on to something, there... Then she remembers. The flowers! She threw the wrong thing, or the right thing. But there's still the flowers. he pushes Jibbom up. Then picks him up. And carries him with her to Ssylrath. "Peace nest! Find mate! MAny hatchling!" She holds out the flowers to him. She also grins at Gurr. "Go. Hunt. Eat." She has other things to do. Ssylrath takes the flowers bemusedly and nods. "Go hunt eat indeed. It is bessst in life." He turns to go, holding the bunch of flowers clearly unsure what to do with it.

Sandy looks like she might start crying. The horror of Jibbom living near her may be too much bear.

Aenyn clears his throat, pointedly not looking down at all. "I...think that it is about time to disappear. Before...before..." He seems unable to find the words and just shrugs and makes a face. "In any case, it was good seeing you again, Tat."

"Aenyn!" The bald fellow calls out, "Why don't you come over here?"

Too late. Aenyn can't escape now!

"Yes, Gurr! Be well! We shall see you again soon." Jibbom assures the wolf, grinning broadly. Then, his attention is back on Rhar. "Well! The revels of celebration are underway. Shall we join in the debaucherous revelry, or proceed straight to the honeymoon and the wanton mating?" He's speaking much too loudly. "Good to see you as well, Aenyn," Tatyannah replies, even as he gets called away. "Oh, oh dear, I am sorry. Yeah, I gotta - go. Away, from here." She cruelly abandons both Aenyn and Sandy.

Rhar doesn't need to think about that too much. She remembers a little about parties. "DRINK! EAT! PLAY!" She calls out to everyone. Parties are supposed to be fun! Then she answers her Cyootie (he's hers now!). And tells everyone else. "RHAR CYOOTIE MATE! MANY CUBS!" And then she grabs Jibbom by the scruff between his wings and starts dragging him off.

Once Rhar states that, Gurr is all too happy to follow Ssylrath. He's had enough boring nights loungin outside the inn. They won't let him in. And he'd be just as bored even if they did. Ssylrath pulls some jerky from a pouch and leads Gurr towards the temple's main doors, handing it over as he goes. He seems more bemused than anything. Aenyn nods his understanding to Tatyannah and slips off of his perch to plummet to the floor! Except it seems he had actually attached a safety harness for just such an occasion and a nice rope slows his descent until his feet gracefully touch the floor. He unhooks the rope from the harness and jogs over to his father, giving him a questioning look.

Drapping an arm over Aenyn's shoulder, his father -- and it is clearly so now, says, "So, my boy. Now that you've seen a wedding yourself, when is it going to be our family's turn, eh?" He asks this /entirely too loudly/. So that everyone can hear, of course.

Sandy covers her mouth with her hand and scurries off.

"Yes! We must revel! An excellent choice, my lovely wife!" Jibbom shouts as he is carried about. "Wheee!" He declares again. Aenyn is grinned at as he is carried past. "You should get married! I can personally attest that it is great fun. Do you need Steel Von Ironblood to find you a properly heroic bride, associate?"

Ssylrath escapes while the escaping is good. Ish. Outside there is the sound of a swiftclaw being mounted by someone in plate armour, a brief growl from a wolf, and then the sound of all three rapidly retreating out of the city to where things are sane.

Aenyn turns a lovely shade of red at his father's question that only deepens when Jibbom adds to it. He tugs at his collar as he swallows visibly. "Well, funny you should ask because...WHAT IS THAT?!" He points in a random direction. Whether anyone actually looks or not, he ducks underneath a nearby table and steps *through* the shadow underneath, disappearing.

His father doesn't look away, and instead, watches Aenyn run like hell away. He bursts out laughing shortly thereafter.