Phaidan
"Shard it Phaidan, don't you even care?" Phaidan looked up at Larielle, who was looking as enraged as he'd ever seen her in the three turns he'd known her.
"You know you're even more beautiful when you're ready to kill me?" Phaidan asked, grinning up at his soon-to-be wife.
"You think I wont?" Larielle demanded. "I'm trying to plan our espousal here, and all you'll do is sit there and flatter me!"
"You don't like being flattered?" Phaidan replied in the most hurt voice he could muster. He didn't think to mention that he was helping to decide what they'd serve for their espousal dinner. It wouldn't have made a difference to Larielle.
"Not when I'm trying to pick out a color scheme for our espousal outfits!" Larielle retorted, though her voice was slightly softened. "What do you think? I like the pastel blue for me and the darker blue for you. Or perhaps a green and silver sort of thing... I've always liked that kind of color scheme."
"How can I choose what we'll eat and what we'll wear at the same time?" Phaidan complained between bites. "These tubers are delicious, try one."
"Not if you want me to fit into my dress," Larielle protested. "Now seriously, blue or green and silver, or something else entirely?"
"You're the last person who needs to worry about eating one tuber too many," Phaidan chided Larielle, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. "And the price of my renowned fashion advice is you eating one tuber."
"If you in-" Larielle was cut off as Phaidan stuck the tuber in her open mouth between words. "Mmm. Very good. For future refrence, however, I can feed myself just fine. Now, tell me what you think for a color scheme."
"So we're getting the tubers?" Phaidan asked, completely ignoring Larielle's pestering. "If we get the tubers, we also must have this dark bread, they are wonderful together."
"If I get espoused to you, do I have to get espoused to your stomach too?" Larielle complained.
"We haven't been separated since birth," Phaidan replied with a shrug. "I don't think my stomach could bear to go on without my mouth."
"Well if you don't stop eating and start helping me, it's going to have to get along with your mouth sewn shut!" Larielle threatened, brandishing her fabric samples. "Now choose!"
"What about blue and silver?" Phaidan suggested, holding up the dark, navy blue next to the silver. "I think you'd look lovely in silver."
"He's not color-blind afterall!" Larielle exclaimed, eyeing the two fabrics critically. "Yes, I suppose that'd be rather nice. I'll tell the tailor when I meet with her this afternoon."
"Y'know, most people's Mother's do this for them," Phaidan drawled as he handed the scraps to Larielle. "Explain to me again why we're organizing it?"
"Because we're old enough to be independent and do this on our own!" Larielle reminded him. "Your one turn my senior, and you don't see me complaining."
"You're a woman," Phaidan complained. "You like this sort of stuff. Why can't I just sleep?"
"You men would sleep youre lives' away if we women didn't constantly kick you awake," Larielle retorted. "You may not sleep, especially right know, we still have to arrange for the harpers."
"What's wrong with the Harpers here?" Phaidan groaned. "Don't you ever get tired of all this organizing?"
"To answer your first question, nothing. We just need to make sure they know that they're needed. To answer your second question, sometimes. In fact, I'd like a break right now, but I know that if I stop, nothing'll get done," Larielle explained.
"Got me there," Phaidan admitted. "Why don't we just take a quick break and then get back to this?"
"You take a break, I'll keep working," Larielle told him as she pulled a few more shades of blue from her seemingly endless supply of fabrics. "Which do you like the best?"
"Pick one," Phaidan suggested. "You know what looks good better than I do."
Larielle sighed exasperatedly. "You're hopeless. Go take a break and please come back human, I can't work with you whining constantly."
"You're sure you don't mind working by yourself?" Phaidan asked a bit guiltily. At times he envied Larielle's ability to keep working no matter what, at other times it just made him feel downright lazy.
"Yes! Now shoo! Go get some sleep!" Larielle insisted, giving Phaidan a shove in the direction of the quarters they shared. "And don't you dare come back until you're well rested."
"Yes mother," Phaidan grumbled over his shoulder as he left. He was actually glad for the break, he just hoped Larielle would know when to take one for herself.
His quarters had recently been tidied by some drudge or another, Phaidan could tell, and he greatfully collapsed onto the cleaned sheets, asleep the moment he closed his eyes.
Phaidan awoke to a loud banging at his door...