Mischief and merriment was the name of the day as Jigano worked alongside Hotaru, adding a few embellishments to her own artistry as the wedding outfits came together beneath her skilled hands. When she had taken his offerings he went back to crafting the decorations; folded paper in various sizes, light enough to be hung and flutter in the breeze (he took for granted that the ceremony would be outdoors, likely at the altar in the Fields). Stars, shields, swords, leaping cats leopards and stalward tigers, graceful deer qilin and stoic eagles in their respective shades.
He was humming happily as he worked, until Deimos's booming voice made him jump a little in his seat. He finished the neat folds of the (golden) eagle and sat back to stretch, bending all the way over his chair back to grin at the General. "That's a command I'll jump to obey," he chuckled, rising to offer Hotaru a sweeping bow and a gallant arm to escort her over to the kitchen, if she'd accept his playful chivalry.
As he settled before the tempting slices, inhaling the scent of each, Deimos's request caught him by surprise. A pulse of honored gratitude slipped through the Attuned bond as he bowed his head in acceptance. "I would love to," he murmured, mind already whirring. "I'll run it past you and Amalia tonight."
He was humming happily as he worked, until Deimos's booming voice made him jump a little in his seat. He finished the neat folds of the (golden) eagle and sat back to stretch, bending all the way over his chair back to grin at the General. "That's a command I'll jump to obey," he chuckled, rising to offer Hotaru a sweeping bow and a gallant arm to escort her over to the kitchen, if she'd accept his playful chivalry.
As he settled before the tempting slices, inhaling the scent of each, Deimos's request caught him by surprise. A pulse of honored gratitude slipped through the Attuned bond as he bowed his head in acceptance. "I would love to," he murmured, mind already whirring. "I'll run it past you and Amalia tonight."
