I rode in at a gallop, bare back and with fingers clinging in a vice-like grip to the bridle of this mare that really wasn’t so docile after all. I truly do not know how I survived that trip without breaking my neck.
I was in time, just.
A crown of jasmine was tossed my way and I plucked it from the air as I dismounted, bare feet landing on sand still warm from the Tubori sun. I never have been once to do things by halves and my entrance to the wedding was spectacular to say the least. The clapping and cheering at my arrival did my ego good. Here at least I was wanted. Celebrated even. I was a Storm. And there, at the end of the sandy aisle was my weapons trainer and longest and dearest friend.
I took my place at his side and there was a long look between us. You know the sort, the type where words really have no place. I smiled, letting him know I understood.
The night was a celebratory blur, somewhere between the food, the fine wine and the cubies and the dancing… Dav, the dancing, Real dancing, I managed to catch up with old friends and Jemi. So grown up now. So big. He was safe, and that was good to see with my own eyes.
