The bright colours, the radiance of it; she wishes there were some way to capture it all, to keep the memory of this day and these traditions in Talonhold every day. Some grand mosaic on the floor, red and yellows, the leaves like the scattering of petals, but oh, she did not know where to even begin, and perhaps it wouldn’t be right or would be an underwhelming homage rather than a joyous reminder, and she’s chewing her lip as she tries to consider another idea.

Her Rani is returning to her, and Magni runs forward a step to catch her. One hand had caught one of Lakshmi’s, the other steadying at her waist, and then she feels herself being drawn downwards. Smiles as their lips meet, a breath of laughter barely able to escape as she leans into the kiss. Not too long, a little cautious of so many people about even with the relaxed mood, and draws back to look at her wife.

“Good surprise?” A little tentative, if only because the delivery of said surprise had gone a little awry.