Little sister growing up

Solor raised an eyebrow as Vail accused them of setting this up as the real wedding. In truth, Solor preferred it this way. A small, family affair for the wedding itself. It was fair enough that they had a reception that involved the pack, so that others could be involved in what was happening in Abaven.

Political stuff, essentially. For Solor, all that mattered was Vail, and he leaned close to her, letting her scout beside him, holding her close. [b] “I guess we are.”[ /b] he replied, approving of her decision. He nodded his head to Shaye in thanks, and would have made the same motion to Rhythm, if the older woman hadn’t been blind. She had done well, orchestrating the event, and had helped him find the words of his heart. Well, mostly that was Vail, hearing of her love for him, the words she had chosen from her own heart...