When Desiree had made her statement about dancing with the bride and groom, Arte had sneaked up behind the elf and jabbed him in the shoulder. He made a loud yelping sound and glared at the troll, flicking his ears back.
“Hah, you is too tense, ‘yanno.” Arte teased. “But yeh’ girleh is right – there be more than a few who want to be dancin’ with yer bride an’ groom.” She reached forwards to grasp Kalysto’s hands, giggling at him. “Yer both look really pretty, y’ know that?” She sighed with happiness. “Ah I rememberin’ my own weddin’ day… it was jus’ like this. My father burned a huge roast-boar on a fire. Den I wore ‘de bone in my hair.”