The Reception

Poem loped forward with a spring in her step, despite not making their vows with witnesses Poem considered herself married. She and her husband returned to Abaven late in the evening and after such an exciting time out with Sparhawk over the last week or so they had been eager to get back to the den they’d restored together. Poem thought she’d sept for about two days afterwards but around noon the next day she was eager to get prepared. She’d told no one but Theory what had happened while they were gone, but she was eager to surprise everyone with a feast.

With mostly the help of her companion, since she asked Sparhawk to work on his own tasks, she eventually would gather enough meat to feed the whole pack and then some that night. Despite the winter chill she was greeted with abundance, as though fate wished to celebrate with her as well. She wore a smile on her face as she worked, an expression that hadn’t left her since she’d laid eyes on Sparhawk that night. She was married to the love of her life, and she wished to share that joy now with her family.

Her husband helped her to put up the finishing touches and she hoped Theory had asked everyone to come. Their dinner was laid out over some of the massive boulders that were almost table like near the rapids. There was a fresh snow covering everything and peace and quiet ruled Abaven. Poem’s heart beat excitedly in her chest as she found Sparhawk’s side and waited for their guests.