The Dowager Grevinne's smile goes past approving and firmly into warm as she squeezes Lakshmi's hands reassuringly. "Come. We must introduce you to everyone."
She moves confidently, quickly, with full command of the room, drawing her daughter-in-law to the centre. Magni watches with— not concern, but a degree of tension as she moves to follow for this presentation, not leave Lakshmi alone in this. Fjorleif releases Lakshmi's hands and she claps her own, the music and the hum of conversation drawing to a watchful silence.
"My dear friends," the Dowager begins, standing between her daughter and daughter-in-law, holding their hands in hers. "Today Lady Tambe has joined us not only in Talonhold, our home, but in our hearts. I am honoured to call her daughter." She looks to Lakshmi, and smiles, as she brings Magni and Lakshmi's hand together in front of her, holding them together. "I wish you both every happiness, and that your marriage be long and happy, and showered with countless blessings. Please join me in congratulating the Jarl and Grevinne of Eidverfell."
Polite applause, accompanied by the inevitable murmurs (intrigued, approving, gossiping, puzzled) as the music swells once more, and the Dowager steps to the side. It seems as though people are already approaching to have introductions made, and Magni feels— reticence, for how many people she is about to be required to engage with. She wishes this could have been some small affair, just the two of them, a chance to come to know one another, and—
"— I must say, I was still partway expecting to see Miss Sabilline," a man who was just introduced to Lakshmi is saying. Ostensibly it's quiet enough only for the Dowager to hear, as if it could be some conspiratorial chuckle, but Magni's jaw sets, and it's certainly loud enough for Lakshmi to hear, even if the other guests might not. There is enough murmuring and looks that he can't be the only person with that line of thought, and Magni's back goes rigid.
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She moves confidently, quickly, with full command of the room, drawing her daughter-in-law to the centre. Magni watches with— not concern, but a degree of tension as she moves to follow for this presentation, not leave Lakshmi alone in this. Fjorleif releases Lakshmi's hands and she claps her own, the music and the hum of conversation drawing to a watchful silence.
"My dear friends," the Dowager begins, standing between her daughter and daughter-in-law, holding their hands in hers. "Today Lady Tambe has joined us not only in Talonhold, our home, but in our hearts. I am honoured to call her daughter." She looks to Lakshmi, and smiles, as she brings Magni and Lakshmi's hand together in front of her, holding them together. "I wish you both every happiness, and that your marriage be long and happy, and showered with countless blessings. Please join me in congratulating the Jarl and Grevinne of Eidverfell."
Polite applause, accompanied by the inevitable murmurs (intrigued, approving, gossiping, puzzled) as the music swells once more, and the Dowager steps to the side. It seems as though people are already approaching to have introductions made, and Magni feels— reticence, for how many people she is about to be required to engage with. She wishes this could have been some small affair, just the two of them, a chance to come to know one another, and—
"— I must say, I was still partway expecting to see Miss Sabilline," a man who was just introduced to Lakshmi is saying. Ostensibly it's quiet enough only for the Dowager to hear, as if it could be some conspiratorial chuckle, but Magni's jaw sets, and it's certainly loud enough for Lakshmi to hear, even if the other guests might not. There is enough murmuring and looks that he can't be the only person with that line of thought, and Magni's back goes rigid.