Skål! [Fireside/Hjarrandi Wedding]

Sparrow was not sure about weddings at all and brought no expectations over from the previous wedding into this one. Somehow, she was still surprised. All the decorum felt so out of place in Fireside. She entered somewhat timidly as if the vikings might take some haughty offense at her misstep and then Tyr's carefully cultivated alliance would be shattered. The more she was here, the more she felt she couldn't relax. She shouldn't have come, but she was already here and she was SURE leaving would be a big no-no.

Sparrow decided, instead, to shuffle next to Alarr and his pretty friend Pestilence who was honestly so precious and needed protecting even if she could handle herself. She hoped Alarr knew how great she was. Sparrow had only hung out with her once and even still, she could tell Pestilence had great potential. As she came up, she heard the last of Alarr's words. She let out a soft laugh and aimed to bump Alarr on the shoulder, "Just say the word and we'll get her outta here, mmkay?" Sparrow knew Alarr could handle it on his own, but Sparrow needed a reason to settle by him and not leave his side because MAN this whole wedding was strange.