Ghet arched a brow, and took her husband's hand with a warm smile. Between their many children and their kingdom, there never seemed to be enough time to just take moments like these and enjoy them. Just each other, no impending disasters. Well, none more dangerous than the small, tailed and fluffy.
Still, when Zoroka sat down and lit up, she shot a brief look across the room at her son, who nodded in response. It was Ghet who had laid the 'feel good' wards on the Inn, and something in the woman grated across them, harshly but not threateningly. Rhagi was not as strongly Talented as she was, but he had better control and refinement. He'd be fine keeping an eye on things.
So, as they swirled into a dance, she put her hand on the back of Y'Roden's neck and went in for the snog.
She was not - yet - so distracted by him that she missed the Dance of Vanyalin and the Squirrel. "Give him some nuts!" she yelled at her niece. Not something they ever seemed short of around here.
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