#mointeract

“Oh, stop fidgeting! You’ll smear the gold, and you won’t want for it to cool like that!” Jane fussed, tiny hands flying all over her son. She was practicing her gold painting for the big day coming up. It was a tradition for the mother of a wedding Fiaclan to heat gold and paint it onto their child.

Dahl kept his eyes tightly closed, letting his mother do as she pleased. “Don’t worry so much, this isn’t the final product you know.”

“Well. This is all so sudden is it not? Your wedding is tomorrow, such a last moment event you have pulled just now.” The demon rose a brow, setting his hand back down upon the table. “Terrible timing.” Cade added, leaning back in his seat.

Dahl chuckled to his friend, shaking his head. “Sorry to ask you so late, I’ve been helping Dasiä and Jamison with the preparations- well- as much as I could. Dasiä seems to have everything under the ropes, she’s barely asked for any help at all, aside from a few color suggestions.” He breathed a sigh, smiling. “She’s so doting...”

Cade brushed his tendrils back, they wove in the air gently. “It seems to me she gave you the role of selecting your solemniser.”

“Yeah, that’s just about right. I figured you’d be perfect for the job, I trust you the most out of everyone else I know, and I thought you would have wanted an up close view of it. You love weddings, don’t you? That’s why you became a solemniser in the first place.” The Fiaclan claimed, eyeing his close friend for a good minute. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I can always ask some old human priest to do it-”

Dahl was cut off by a dull hiss, and he grinned. “No no, I can do it, I will do it.” Cade remarked, rolling his shoulders. “Besides, I would be able to chat with your mates, get to know them a little more. It’s been quite some time since your... wife’s passing, so I am happy for you to have them.”