Introducing Mr. and Mrs. Carpathius

Rudyardhad lingered after the wedding for a bit with others of the family for a more personalized time with them before eventually heading out with Fern into the reception area.  There was so much joy at the wedding, and everyone’s good emotions seemed to vibrate in the air itself, one person’s joy carrying on to the next, at least for the most part.  

Rudy was in his element of good cheer and was happy to chat with anyone who approached with a few jovial words.  Rudy leaves Fern’s side for a moment, coming back with a plate of stew and a few sweet candies put on the side.  “Calm on Fern,” Rudy said with a bit of laugh, “No rush, enjoy yourself.”  She seemed stuck into timing things perfectly.  

She decided there was a good chance to go see Art and Briar and Rudy shrugged, scooping up a blanket wrapped around an object he had made of his own.  Let their main gift be what Fern had so thoughtfully made.  Still, he had something for Art though he thought Briar might just be interested in it, maybe. As he listened to Fern explain the gift she got them Rudy acknowledged again she had a great way with words for expression.  Rudy used words to convince and draw people in but Fern had a way with words for lifting someone up.

When she was done showing off what she got, Rudy put down his own present.  His version of a wrapped gift was a blanket tossed over the item.  It was a sword rack, made for two swords to rest in velvet and hung on a wall.  One spot was made for Embershard, the name of the sword etched into the dark wood.  Below it was a spot for a much smaller sword if one could call it that.  In that spot of velvet was a simple stick.  Rudy had spent a good bit of time finding a stick that resembled the one Art and he had gone out to find in the willow trees.  

There was no name for the stick but instead an extravagant picture of the weeping woods.  Rudy had described the spot best as he could do to the artist.  Where had the tree’s been next to each other and the water flowed?  It was a rendition of where Art had first met Briar and found his stick.  

“My version of a bit of the past and now the future.  You two remember that spot I imagine?” Of course, they would remember first meeting up but funny how some times being asked a question made it snap into place all the more.  Rudy put his focus then on Briar, “I’m sorry for whenever my brother gets to be a bit too much of a workaholic.  Sometimes he’s a real bore and overly serious.  He forgets how to laugh and have fun.” The words started off sounding formal but there was a wicked teasing grin on his face towards the end as Artorias got to listen to his faults, at least by Rudy’s view.

Rudyard Carpathius