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Selima could empathize with Talora’s sadness in seeing her sister leave the home. The idea that one day Davitah would leave is a bittersweet feeling for Selima. On one hand, it would mean that she is married and ready to start the next journey in life. She would have children that would bring just as much joy to her as her children did to Selima. On the other hand she would have to acknowledge that her baby was no longer a baby. She was a woman, an adult, and no longer needed to hold Selima’s hand as they walked through the busy markets and no longer needed Selima to sing her a song before going to sleep. Then again, she hadn’t needed that in quite some time…
But today was not the day to feel nostalgia towards the past. It was the day to celebrate the future! Maeri was a wonderful girl and Amiti was… well… He was a good man. He was a man that was able to be trusted, at the very least. After all after the time they had at the temple, Selima had not heard a word about it from anyone. He knew how to keep a secret at the very least.
Right, she shouldn’t be thinking about that either.
Selima made their way to her seat with the rest of her family. Davitah looked quite bored as her eyes danced around the wedding looking for her friends. Katriel was fussing with Liviana’s dress as she sat, which if Selima was a less proper woman would have made her eyes roll. And Simeon? Well, he criticized under his breath as he would typically. Anywhere from the slowness of the entire affair to the nature of Talora’s attire, which Selima disagreed with and thought she looked lovely.
But then it was time for speeches. First was Amiti’s father. It was a well prepared speech, full of charisma as only a senator could have. That, once again, did not stop the critiques from Simeon that Selima could here muttered into his wine as he took a sip. Selima nudged a toe underneath her table to her husband’s foot, accidentally brushing Abir’s along the way. All the while Selima’s smile played on her lips, like nothing was the matter. Nothing at all.
It was during the speech of Maeri’s mother did the couple return to the party, faster than Selima might have anticipated. But who was Selima to judge? When the couple arrived at the door, a standing ovation was given to the new couple.
Liviana tugged on her father’s clothes, “Now can we eat, Abba?”
The party can finally begin.
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Selima could empathize with Talora’s sadness in seeing her sister leave the home. The idea that one day Davitah would leave is a bittersweet feeling for Selima. On one hand, it would mean that she is married and ready to start the next journey in life. She would have children that would bring just as much joy to her as her children did to Selima. On the other hand she would have to acknowledge that her baby was no longer a baby. She was a woman, an adult, and no longer needed to hold Selima’s hand as they walked through the busy markets and no longer needed Selima to sing her a song before going to sleep. Then again, she hadn’t needed that in quite some time…
But today was not the day to feel nostalgia towards the past. It was the day to celebrate the future! Maeri was a wonderful girl and Amiti was… well… He was a good man. He was a man that was able to be trusted, at the very least. After all after the time they had at the temple, Selima had not heard a word about it from anyone. He knew how to keep a secret at the very least.
Right, she shouldn’t be thinking about that either.
Selima made their way to her seat with the rest of her family. Davitah looked quite bored as her eyes danced around the wedding looking for her friends. Katriel was fussing with Liviana’s dress as she sat, which if Selima was a less proper woman would have made her eyes roll. And Simeon? Well, he criticized under his breath as he would typically. Anywhere from the slowness of the entire affair to the nature of Talora’s attire, which Selima disagreed with and thought she looked lovely.
But then it was time for speeches. First was Amiti’s father. It was a well prepared speech, full of charisma as only a senator could have. That, once again, did not stop the critiques from Simeon that Selima could here muttered into his wine as he took a sip. Selima nudged a toe underneath her table to her husband’s foot, accidentally brushing Abir’s along the way. All the while Selima’s smile played on her lips, like nothing was the matter. Nothing at all.
It was during the speech of Maeri’s mother did the couple return to the party, faster than Selima might have anticipated. But who was Selima to judge? When the couple arrived at the door, a standing ovation was given to the new couple.
Liviana tugged on her father’s clothes, “Now can we eat, Abba?”
The party can finally begin.
Selima could empathize with Talora’s sadness in seeing her sister leave the home. The idea that one day Davitah would leave is a bittersweet feeling for Selima. On one hand, it would mean that she is married and ready to start the next journey in life. She would have children that would bring just as much joy to her as her children did to Selima. On the other hand she would have to acknowledge that her baby was no longer a baby. She was a woman, an adult, and no longer needed to hold Selima’s hand as they walked through the busy markets and no longer needed Selima to sing her a song before going to sleep. Then again, she hadn’t needed that in quite some time…
But today was not the day to feel nostalgia towards the past. It was the day to celebrate the future! Maeri was a wonderful girl and Amiti was… well… He was a good man. He was a man that was able to be trusted, at the very least. After all after the time they had at the temple, Selima had not heard a word about it from anyone. He knew how to keep a secret at the very least.
Right, she shouldn’t be thinking about that either.
Selima made their way to her seat with the rest of her family. Davitah looked quite bored as her eyes danced around the wedding looking for her friends. Katriel was fussing with Liviana’s dress as she sat, which if Selima was a less proper woman would have made her eyes roll. And Simeon? Well, he criticized under his breath as he would typically. Anywhere from the slowness of the entire affair to the nature of Talora’s attire, which Selima disagreed with and thought she looked lovely.
But then it was time for speeches. First was Amiti’s father. It was a well prepared speech, full of charisma as only a senator could have. That, once again, did not stop the critiques from Simeon that Selima could here muttered into his wine as he took a sip. Selima nudged a toe underneath her table to her husband’s foot, accidentally brushing Abir’s along the way. All the while Selima’s smile played on her lips, like nothing was the matter. Nothing at all.
It was during the speech of Maeri’s mother did the couple return to the party, faster than Selima might have anticipated. But who was Selima to judge? When the couple arrived at the door, a standing ovation was given to the new couple.
Liviana tugged on her father’s clothes, “Now can we eat, Abba?”
The party can finally begin.
“Should we go entertain our guests now?” Maeri was asking. “It would be rude to leave them waiting too long.”
“Yes, I quite agree.” His voice sounded normal to his own ears, which felt distinctly abnormal. He wasn’t sure what they were supposed to talk to each other like now that that embarrassing display had happened but he was realizing that the world hadn’t ended and she didn’t appear to see him as some sort of disgusting animal. His shoulders relaxed a fraction and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He even managed a smile.
“Yes come, let us go.” Let us leave this horrible room with its weird lack of towels. They’d never run out of towels at home, he decided on the spot. They’d need towels and obviously oil. The wine...maybe. Amiti was not a believer in strong drink and never out of proportion to one’s wits.
They walked out of the room in time to hear Yonita giving a speech. Amiti didn’t pause in his steps. Now that there was an audience he was a little more in his element. He made sure to look properly happy. Not too happy. Not unenthused. Normal. He led Maeri to their places of honor at the head of the room, where a little table was set up strictly for the two of them.
Had Amiti picked up that he and Maeri came out of the room too fast, he’d have been mortified. He assumed that they’d stayed in there the proper amount of time. Not too long, not too short. They’d done their duty but obviously there was a whole room of people waiting for them. He assumed that people would expect them to come back out and do their ‘proper’ duties later. He’d read in his Greek book that the marriage bed could become a trap if men weren’t careful and so he knew that he himself would take the proper precautions. He was pretty sure that he was unable to be too ensnared by a woman’s charms that he’d leave off his responsibilities. He wasn’t an idiot.
Sitting at his table, he raised his wine as he was supposed to do, toasted the room, and toasted his bride. Then, of course, he thanked his father, her mother, Yahweh, thanks all his most esteemed guests by name, and then they were all allowed to eat.
“This isn’t so bad,” he said to Maeri, leaning in close so that only she would hear. “I was a little worried.”
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“Should we go entertain our guests now?” Maeri was asking. “It would be rude to leave them waiting too long.”
“Yes, I quite agree.” His voice sounded normal to his own ears, which felt distinctly abnormal. He wasn’t sure what they were supposed to talk to each other like now that that embarrassing display had happened but he was realizing that the world hadn’t ended and she didn’t appear to see him as some sort of disgusting animal. His shoulders relaxed a fraction and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He even managed a smile.
“Yes come, let us go.” Let us leave this horrible room with its weird lack of towels. They’d never run out of towels at home, he decided on the spot. They’d need towels and obviously oil. The wine...maybe. Amiti was not a believer in strong drink and never out of proportion to one’s wits.
They walked out of the room in time to hear Yonita giving a speech. Amiti didn’t pause in his steps. Now that there was an audience he was a little more in his element. He made sure to look properly happy. Not too happy. Not unenthused. Normal. He led Maeri to their places of honor at the head of the room, where a little table was set up strictly for the two of them.
Had Amiti picked up that he and Maeri came out of the room too fast, he’d have been mortified. He assumed that they’d stayed in there the proper amount of time. Not too long, not too short. They’d done their duty but obviously there was a whole room of people waiting for them. He assumed that people would expect them to come back out and do their ‘proper’ duties later. He’d read in his Greek book that the marriage bed could become a trap if men weren’t careful and so he knew that he himself would take the proper precautions. He was pretty sure that he was unable to be too ensnared by a woman’s charms that he’d leave off his responsibilities. He wasn’t an idiot.
Sitting at his table, he raised his wine as he was supposed to do, toasted the room, and toasted his bride. Then, of course, he thanked his father, her mother, Yahweh, thanks all his most esteemed guests by name, and then they were all allowed to eat.
“This isn’t so bad,” he said to Maeri, leaning in close so that only she would hear. “I was a little worried.”
“Should we go entertain our guests now?” Maeri was asking. “It would be rude to leave them waiting too long.”
“Yes, I quite agree.” His voice sounded normal to his own ears, which felt distinctly abnormal. He wasn’t sure what they were supposed to talk to each other like now that that embarrassing display had happened but he was realizing that the world hadn’t ended and she didn’t appear to see him as some sort of disgusting animal. His shoulders relaxed a fraction and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He even managed a smile.
“Yes come, let us go.” Let us leave this horrible room with its weird lack of towels. They’d never run out of towels at home, he decided on the spot. They’d need towels and obviously oil. The wine...maybe. Amiti was not a believer in strong drink and never out of proportion to one’s wits.
They walked out of the room in time to hear Yonita giving a speech. Amiti didn’t pause in his steps. Now that there was an audience he was a little more in his element. He made sure to look properly happy. Not too happy. Not unenthused. Normal. He led Maeri to their places of honor at the head of the room, where a little table was set up strictly for the two of them.
Had Amiti picked up that he and Maeri came out of the room too fast, he’d have been mortified. He assumed that they’d stayed in there the proper amount of time. Not too long, not too short. They’d done their duty but obviously there was a whole room of people waiting for them. He assumed that people would expect them to come back out and do their ‘proper’ duties later. He’d read in his Greek book that the marriage bed could become a trap if men weren’t careful and so he knew that he himself would take the proper precautions. He was pretty sure that he was unable to be too ensnared by a woman’s charms that he’d leave off his responsibilities. He wasn’t an idiot.
Sitting at his table, he raised his wine as he was supposed to do, toasted the room, and toasted his bride. Then, of course, he thanked his father, her mother, Yahweh, thanks all his most esteemed guests by name, and then they were all allowed to eat.
“This isn’t so bad,” he said to Maeri, leaning in close so that only she would hear. “I was a little worried.”
Talora found herself smiling at Abir quietly, keeping her expression both proper and appropriate. Her blue eyes searching his face for just a moment before she turned her attention to the little girl who had run up to also give her congratulations to the young woman. For her sister getting married. Talora thought that the wedding was perfect, and the match between Maeri and Amiti was a good one, but she didn’t think that she needed to be congratulated.
It only made her think of the fact that her sister would now be taken from her grasp. That she would no longer be waking up to see her pretty face each morning or the excited way her eyes glittered when Talora gave her some gift that she found at the market. But Talora couldn’t shut down her friends, and she did consider them such.
Crouching slowly so that she could look Livana in the eye, Talora pressed her hand under the little girl’s chin, her smile not faltering. It was warm but careful, willing to impart some side of wisdom on the child. “You will grow to love weddings. They are all exciting, Livana,” Talora said with a smile, “But between you and me,” she whispered, leaning in a little, “I really just come for the food most of the time,” she teased, her features bright and affectionate.
Looking up as her sister and her new husband returned to the party, Talora rose back to her feet, nodding at Abir and Livana and Selima, nodding slowly. “I thank you for coming. My sister is lucky to have such great support on her big day. Please, enjoy the festivities,” Talora murmured kindly, nodding her head and then breaking away from the small group so that she could make her way to her own seat. She sat down beside her mother, smiling quietly, but otherwise more than willing to sit and eat quietly for the rest of the party. She would give her sister good tidings later, when they were more likely to be able to have a quiet moment together, uninterrupted.
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Talora found herself smiling at Abir quietly, keeping her expression both proper and appropriate. Her blue eyes searching his face for just a moment before she turned her attention to the little girl who had run up to also give her congratulations to the young woman. For her sister getting married. Talora thought that the wedding was perfect, and the match between Maeri and Amiti was a good one, but she didn’t think that she needed to be congratulated.
It only made her think of the fact that her sister would now be taken from her grasp. That she would no longer be waking up to see her pretty face each morning or the excited way her eyes glittered when Talora gave her some gift that she found at the market. But Talora couldn’t shut down her friends, and she did consider them such.
Crouching slowly so that she could look Livana in the eye, Talora pressed her hand under the little girl’s chin, her smile not faltering. It was warm but careful, willing to impart some side of wisdom on the child. “You will grow to love weddings. They are all exciting, Livana,” Talora said with a smile, “But between you and me,” she whispered, leaning in a little, “I really just come for the food most of the time,” she teased, her features bright and affectionate.
Looking up as her sister and her new husband returned to the party, Talora rose back to her feet, nodding at Abir and Livana and Selima, nodding slowly. “I thank you for coming. My sister is lucky to have such great support on her big day. Please, enjoy the festivities,” Talora murmured kindly, nodding her head and then breaking away from the small group so that she could make her way to her own seat. She sat down beside her mother, smiling quietly, but otherwise more than willing to sit and eat quietly for the rest of the party. She would give her sister good tidings later, when they were more likely to be able to have a quiet moment together, uninterrupted.
Talora found herself smiling at Abir quietly, keeping her expression both proper and appropriate. Her blue eyes searching his face for just a moment before she turned her attention to the little girl who had run up to also give her congratulations to the young woman. For her sister getting married. Talora thought that the wedding was perfect, and the match between Maeri and Amiti was a good one, but she didn’t think that she needed to be congratulated.
It only made her think of the fact that her sister would now be taken from her grasp. That she would no longer be waking up to see her pretty face each morning or the excited way her eyes glittered when Talora gave her some gift that she found at the market. But Talora couldn’t shut down her friends, and she did consider them such.
Crouching slowly so that she could look Livana in the eye, Talora pressed her hand under the little girl’s chin, her smile not faltering. It was warm but careful, willing to impart some side of wisdom on the child. “You will grow to love weddings. They are all exciting, Livana,” Talora said with a smile, “But between you and me,” she whispered, leaning in a little, “I really just come for the food most of the time,” she teased, her features bright and affectionate.
Looking up as her sister and her new husband returned to the party, Talora rose back to her feet, nodding at Abir and Livana and Selima, nodding slowly. “I thank you for coming. My sister is lucky to have such great support on her big day. Please, enjoy the festivities,” Talora murmured kindly, nodding her head and then breaking away from the small group so that she could make her way to her own seat. She sat down beside her mother, smiling quietly, but otherwise more than willing to sit and eat quietly for the rest of the party. She would give her sister good tidings later, when they were more likely to be able to have a quiet moment together, uninterrupted.
Amarissa soon found herself busy with helping things run smoothly once more. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with her friend or well, friends she supposed. But Maeri would be rightfully enamored with Amiti right now and being around them both at the same time just felt awkward with the memories, however innocent they were, of the camel adventure. So instead Amarissa busied herself with helping the wedding run smoothly.
This she knew how to do. This didn't feel awkward or make her trip over her words. Here she knew her place and felt comfortable bossing the servants around with kind efficiency. So it was that the wedding passed with little notice on Amarissa's part besides ensuring that the dishes were served correctly and the right people were in place for the right toasts.
It wasn't till the musicians began queuing up for the traditional dancing that her mother shooed her away from the kitchen and towards the separated dance floors. There would be no mixing of course, but the gendered circle dances were tradition and were part of the community's way of ushering the couple into matrimony.
Making her way quietly way through the crowd, Amarissa found her way to the chair of a seemingly buzzed Maeri. "Ready?" she asked with a playful grin.
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Amarissa soon found herself busy with helping things run smoothly once more. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with her friend or well, friends she supposed. But Maeri would be rightfully enamored with Amiti right now and being around them both at the same time just felt awkward with the memories, however innocent they were, of the camel adventure. So instead Amarissa busied herself with helping the wedding run smoothly.
This she knew how to do. This didn't feel awkward or make her trip over her words. Here she knew her place and felt comfortable bossing the servants around with kind efficiency. So it was that the wedding passed with little notice on Amarissa's part besides ensuring that the dishes were served correctly and the right people were in place for the right toasts.
It wasn't till the musicians began queuing up for the traditional dancing that her mother shooed her away from the kitchen and towards the separated dance floors. There would be no mixing of course, but the gendered circle dances were tradition and were part of the community's way of ushering the couple into matrimony.
Making her way quietly way through the crowd, Amarissa found her way to the chair of a seemingly buzzed Maeri. "Ready?" she asked with a playful grin.
Amarissa soon found herself busy with helping things run smoothly once more. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with her friend or well, friends she supposed. But Maeri would be rightfully enamored with Amiti right now and being around them both at the same time just felt awkward with the memories, however innocent they were, of the camel adventure. So instead Amarissa busied herself with helping the wedding run smoothly.
This she knew how to do. This didn't feel awkward or make her trip over her words. Here she knew her place and felt comfortable bossing the servants around with kind efficiency. So it was that the wedding passed with little notice on Amarissa's part besides ensuring that the dishes were served correctly and the right people were in place for the right toasts.
It wasn't till the musicians began queuing up for the traditional dancing that her mother shooed her away from the kitchen and towards the separated dance floors. There would be no mixing of course, but the gendered circle dances were tradition and were part of the community's way of ushering the couple into matrimony.
Making her way quietly way through the crowd, Amarissa found her way to the chair of a seemingly buzzed Maeri. "Ready?" she asked with a playful grin.
Maeri was glad to see that by the time they had returned to the wedding they had missed the speeches. She always found those the most boring part of the wedding. She was always glad to go to weddings because it meant getting to see her friends. Of course there was always the good food that people served, that was something she loved about going to weddings. For her own, she knew she would enjoy the meal, since it was her wedding, she knew that everything was one of her favorite dishes. Then there was the dancing, that was her favorite part. Any excuse to whirl around uninhibited without looking silly or out of place.
Of course, it being her wedding meant a certain amount of responsibility as well. She squeezed Amiti’s hand as he took his place at the head of the gathering, thanking all those who attended and blessing the food and those who gathered here. She turned to smile at her husband as he sat down and they began the meal. He was so calm and composed in front of all these people. These were traits that she had never quite been able to cultivate. Perhaps God had chosen a good man for her after all, someone who could balance out her shortcomings. She was certainly hopeful that this marriage would be a good one.
As they started their meal, Amiti leaned in to talk to her. That he was worried surprised her. He always seemed so put together in everything he did. What could he possibly have to worry about. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, but she returned the comment in the same quiet tone to keep those around from overhearing. “You did a great job. What do you have to be worried about?” She smiled encouragingly. If he was going to doubt himself, then it was going to have to be her job as a wife to believe in him. That’s how this worked, or at least, that’s how she thought it worked anyway.
The meal that she had planned did not disappoint. Not only the food, but the wine had been prepared to perfection. In fact, Maeri had had quite a lot of wine and was starting to feel a bit floaty. That feeling was welcome though, it certainly beat feeling like she was going to awkwardly put her foot in her mouth at any moment with the eyes of the entire community on her.
When the meal drew to a close, the tables were moved aside so that people could dance, women with the women, and men with the men of course. It prevented anything untoward from happening between those men and women who were yet unmarried, or even between those who were married to different people. As the music started, she saw Amarissa coming to invite her to the dance. She looked so beautiful. Maeri was certain that no one could possibly look as good as Amarissa did. As Maeri got to her feet, she realized that she had drunk more wine than she had thought when she was just sitting down. Having to balance on her own two feet made her drunkenness much more apparent to herself. She clung to Amarissa’s arm for balance as they made their way to the dance floor. “I’m so glad to have you here for this,” Maeri said smiling widely at the other woman. “It just wouldn’t have been the same without you here.” With that, the dance started, and she was swept away, just trying not to stumble over her own feet as she went through the steps of the dance.
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Maeri was glad to see that by the time they had returned to the wedding they had missed the speeches. She always found those the most boring part of the wedding. She was always glad to go to weddings because it meant getting to see her friends. Of course there was always the good food that people served, that was something she loved about going to weddings. For her own, she knew she would enjoy the meal, since it was her wedding, she knew that everything was one of her favorite dishes. Then there was the dancing, that was her favorite part. Any excuse to whirl around uninhibited without looking silly or out of place.
Of course, it being her wedding meant a certain amount of responsibility as well. She squeezed Amiti’s hand as he took his place at the head of the gathering, thanking all those who attended and blessing the food and those who gathered here. She turned to smile at her husband as he sat down and they began the meal. He was so calm and composed in front of all these people. These were traits that she had never quite been able to cultivate. Perhaps God had chosen a good man for her after all, someone who could balance out her shortcomings. She was certainly hopeful that this marriage would be a good one.
As they started their meal, Amiti leaned in to talk to her. That he was worried surprised her. He always seemed so put together in everything he did. What could he possibly have to worry about. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, but she returned the comment in the same quiet tone to keep those around from overhearing. “You did a great job. What do you have to be worried about?” She smiled encouragingly. If he was going to doubt himself, then it was going to have to be her job as a wife to believe in him. That’s how this worked, or at least, that’s how she thought it worked anyway.
The meal that she had planned did not disappoint. Not only the food, but the wine had been prepared to perfection. In fact, Maeri had had quite a lot of wine and was starting to feel a bit floaty. That feeling was welcome though, it certainly beat feeling like she was going to awkwardly put her foot in her mouth at any moment with the eyes of the entire community on her.
When the meal drew to a close, the tables were moved aside so that people could dance, women with the women, and men with the men of course. It prevented anything untoward from happening between those men and women who were yet unmarried, or even between those who were married to different people. As the music started, she saw Amarissa coming to invite her to the dance. She looked so beautiful. Maeri was certain that no one could possibly look as good as Amarissa did. As Maeri got to her feet, she realized that she had drunk more wine than she had thought when she was just sitting down. Having to balance on her own two feet made her drunkenness much more apparent to herself. She clung to Amarissa’s arm for balance as they made their way to the dance floor. “I’m so glad to have you here for this,” Maeri said smiling widely at the other woman. “It just wouldn’t have been the same without you here.” With that, the dance started, and she was swept away, just trying not to stumble over her own feet as she went through the steps of the dance.
Maeri was glad to see that by the time they had returned to the wedding they had missed the speeches. She always found those the most boring part of the wedding. She was always glad to go to weddings because it meant getting to see her friends. Of course there was always the good food that people served, that was something she loved about going to weddings. For her own, she knew she would enjoy the meal, since it was her wedding, she knew that everything was one of her favorite dishes. Then there was the dancing, that was her favorite part. Any excuse to whirl around uninhibited without looking silly or out of place.
Of course, it being her wedding meant a certain amount of responsibility as well. She squeezed Amiti’s hand as he took his place at the head of the gathering, thanking all those who attended and blessing the food and those who gathered here. She turned to smile at her husband as he sat down and they began the meal. He was so calm and composed in front of all these people. These were traits that she had never quite been able to cultivate. Perhaps God had chosen a good man for her after all, someone who could balance out her shortcomings. She was certainly hopeful that this marriage would be a good one.
As they started their meal, Amiti leaned in to talk to her. That he was worried surprised her. He always seemed so put together in everything he did. What could he possibly have to worry about. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, but she returned the comment in the same quiet tone to keep those around from overhearing. “You did a great job. What do you have to be worried about?” She smiled encouragingly. If he was going to doubt himself, then it was going to have to be her job as a wife to believe in him. That’s how this worked, or at least, that’s how she thought it worked anyway.
The meal that she had planned did not disappoint. Not only the food, but the wine had been prepared to perfection. In fact, Maeri had had quite a lot of wine and was starting to feel a bit floaty. That feeling was welcome though, it certainly beat feeling like she was going to awkwardly put her foot in her mouth at any moment with the eyes of the entire community on her.
When the meal drew to a close, the tables were moved aside so that people could dance, women with the women, and men with the men of course. It prevented anything untoward from happening between those men and women who were yet unmarried, or even between those who were married to different people. As the music started, she saw Amarissa coming to invite her to the dance. She looked so beautiful. Maeri was certain that no one could possibly look as good as Amarissa did. As Maeri got to her feet, she realized that she had drunk more wine than she had thought when she was just sitting down. Having to balance on her own two feet made her drunkenness much more apparent to herself. She clung to Amarissa’s arm for balance as they made their way to the dance floor. “I’m so glad to have you here for this,” Maeri said smiling widely at the other woman. “It just wouldn’t have been the same without you here.” With that, the dance started, and she was swept away, just trying not to stumble over her own feet as she went through the steps of the dance.
