The Reception
01-17-2021, 03:02 PM
Everything was perfect, though not as perfect as his new wife. The pair had set up this reception for Poems family and friends to share in their good news. Poem had hunted a bit and Sparhawk had lugged other things to the designated spot beside the rapids. He wasn't sure how many wolves would show up, but it didn't really matter. He and Poem were together and honestly, his wife was the only thing on his mind. More than once while they were working around one another, he would scoop her to him and give her a kiss. Their night together after sharing their vows had been one that he would never forget. He was eager for a repeat performance, but they definitely couldn't do it out here in the open. Not with family coming, anyway. As Poem sat beside him, the redwood man wrapped a thick leg around her, pulling her close. He placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead and together they waited. One of his wife's younger siblings was the first to show. She was a grumpy little thing and asked if she had to wait. The striped brute chuckled and spoke in his low, accented tones. No, no waiting. You eat. If that would keep the girl happy, then she could eat. He wasn't a stickler for protocol anyway. If the kid was hungry. The kid would eat. Sparhawk -- Poem
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Sparhawk has a very heavy Russian accent. Forgive his bad grammar.
Sparhawk <3 Poem