The purple night veiled the sky dusted with flickering stars. The smell of roasted wild boars lingered and mixed itself with the smell of a burning bond fire. The city was illuminated, music filled the air with joyful folk songs perpetuated through generations and generations. It was a beautiful scenery for those young hearts filled with love and acceptance. After all, it was a new beginning for them. A decisive step forward, an unbreakable bond between two sworn blood-born enemies. A relationship damaged, but with a chance to heal. Some would consider it just a temporary alliance and just assume that one would betray the other and it was just a matter of time until it all broke off. But destiny had something much more exciting for them.
After all, despite not knowing it yet, two soulmates were to bond together and change the world. The map of Eiriond would change forever and history would be made. It was just a matter of time until they opened their heart to each other, get to learn from one another, and accomplish great things together.
Kirabine obviously knew all of that. She was after all the mentor of Lav'vi's mother, Jelena. She was the one to teach her about this life and the afterlife. She showed her the truth of this world and guided her through it. Lav'vi knew of their relationship and she wondered day and night why she had to live as an orphan. And today, the news to know that her life was sacrificed for a baby. A worthless baby of the enemy camp. She had to grow up, live alone, motherless because of her sacrifice. It shattered all of her beliefs.
She was confused and overwhelmed by various feelings. What was so special about that baby that she would decide to leave her child in a ruthless world orphan?
Lav'vi walked down the castle. The aisle had carvings dating back to their fathers, those who saved their two tribes. Stories to never be forgotten.
She pressed her hand against the hard wood and closed her eyes all the while walking down the stairs of her room. Unlike many, she felt the energy below her. It eased her up as she heard the voices of ancient ones. Sometimes, she would even believe she head her mother speak to her.
In every step she took, energy channeled through her and something told her that today was just another day and she had to take a grain of salt at the time. Maybe even enjoy herself this night. The inazuma went to such extent to throw a party for the newly alliance. The whole Jotaig clan has finally arrived after days of travel. Entire families joined to celebrate the Kaist daughter's marriage that was officially announced. It was a very big deal to them because it was one of their many prides. They loved Lav'vi and was greatly valued in their tribe. And she knew the importance of this. All of her afternoon revolved around this decision and finding herself in this. She needed a time to reflect upon her own decisions and the future.
After long thinking, she knew she had no choice in the matter. It was the right thing to do, but she wanted answers. Her marriage would be a week from now. Enough time for the Inazuma and Jotaig to join together and make one of the greatest celebration. It was a historical moment afterall, and the festive Jotaig will not miss a moment in celebrating - even if quite a few warrior despiced their practice.
Nonethless, they didn't have much to found their hatred rather then pitiful excuses like culinary preferences and views on life. Most of their attacks on each clan were independant thinkers doing pranks on each other. It was pure and childish behaviors. And the kaists finally put a stop to it.
Somehow, Lav'vi felt grateful for that. She did enjoy peace, she just would of hoped she wouldn't be the sacrifce to be made. But hey, she was used to sacrificing things up to now. It was just another suffering of life.
As she finally approached the grand entrance of the palace, she opened her eyes and saw the man she would have to marry. A man whom she barely knew and was annoying her beyond belief. A man that she right of the bat wanted to punch right in his muzzle. His being repulsed her and she just hated him for no reason. The way he walked, the way he stood, and even the way he fought in that Arena got to her and she did not know why. Something about him made her nerves tingle and she just knew that... he was totally her taste in males. No point in hiding it, he looked dashing. And that was what pissed her off the most.
And he looked dashing yet again, and her eyebrows twitched in annoyance as she walked towards him knowing he would be that gentleman like guy that he was and he would once again hit a nerve by saying something educated.
Lav'vi somehow ended up walking slightly faster with her long purple dress. It was flowy and light, with big sleeves just like the Inazuma's usually wore. It was beautiful, she had to admit it. It was flowy and soft, unlike the Jotaig leather she was so use to wearing. It showed much less skin then what she usually wore, and she only assumed it was because they were more conservative in some way. Nonetheless, she hated the fact that she loved it. Unfortunately for her, she also wasn't used to how flowy it is and uncontrolable it got when the breeze hit.
With her stubborness, she forgot all about the
dress and simply focussed on snobbing him, to her misfortunate. Because, as she walked, the flowy texture took a breeze and part of her dress revealed much more then it should. She didn't even notice it as she walked past him with a small side glare and the texture wrapped around one of her leg.... and she suddenly felt like she was falling, because she was.
A loud tud could be heard in the main entrance where stood a few guards and her future husband. Her father was on the side holding on their laugh with a few other escorts such as her guards, which usually included the absent Xadok.
Lav'vi whose face was literally on the floor was completely embarassed to say the least, and it showed as her fur suddenly rose a bit and her skin under it turned reddish. Something told the jotaig's that they were on a bad start for the celebration.