Skål! [Fireside/Hjarrandi Wedding]

Numbly Jupiter moved to stand before Valentine. He'd dotted every 'i' and crossed ever 't' in the many rituals leading up to the actual wedding ceremony. He'd robbed a grave for a weapon and been beaten with tree boughs in a sweat lodge. He'd also done a bit of wedding prep for himself in the form of a party that had left him with spotty memories and a headache for days. In other words he was as ready as he'd ever be. Having accepted his fate by now, Jupiter was just ready to get the ceremony over with. He was curious about the identity of his bride. Per tradition, he had yet to see her and with his acceptance of what was happening his curiosity had grown.

Unsure of what to do with himself, Jupiter sat down to the right of his grandfather. The knife he had been carrying was heavy so he stuck it point end into the ground at his paws before glancing to his left and right to see who all was gathering. So far he was first, which boded well for appearance sake but said nothing about his true feelings on the matter. He'd been in the area (of course) and no amount of delay would get him out of it at this point so why bother? At this event he was promised both booze and sex so it certainly could have been worse.