The expression on Hephaestia's face suggests that the blade isn't the only one who's sorry they have to part. She would just love to get a handle on the balancing, the metalwork, the magic held within it… At some point tonight Viatorus is going to find himself hounded by a lovestruck smith. For now, however, her pout is only small as she watches the sword get put back into its sheath.
Emily is the first to react to Harrowheart's faux pas. She doesn't blush, but she does wear an uncertain smile that confirms Harrowheart's suspicions. It's a smile that remains throughout his little rant for justice. Hephaestia doesn't react much, in comparison, though she does eye Harrowheart with a little confusion.
With his final declaration, Emily laughs gently. "There's no need for any of that. Honestly." She softly rests a hand on his arm. "But thank you."
"The only people who are embarrassed are those warlocks who call themselves family and my husband, and I don't care how embarrassed they are," Hephaestia declares confidently. "Viatorus and Ingirun invited us both here, and today their opinion is the only one that matters."
"As good guests we should try to respect your family's traditions," Emily points out, her voice quiet and tone calm. The other woman bristles, prepared to protest but Emily gently insists. "They were kind enough to invite us, we should avoid starting any fights. Especially if it gets Viatorus' new friends involved."
The Smith exhales heavily through her nose and after a minute, deflates. She looks Harrowheart square in the eye and says, "She's right. She's always right." A second later she adds, "I would like to see the forges in your world some day. You could let me go on a tour instead of showing my family buckwheat stained with bear shit."
"I don't think he was being literal about that, Tia," Emily mutters behind a sip of wine.
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Date: 2017-06-22 09:17 am (UTC)Emily is the first to react to Harrowheart's faux pas. She doesn't blush, but she does wear an uncertain smile that confirms Harrowheart's suspicions. It's a smile that remains throughout his little rant for justice. Hephaestia doesn't react much, in comparison, though she does eye Harrowheart with a little confusion.
With his final declaration, Emily laughs gently. "There's no need for any of that. Honestly." She softly rests a hand on his arm. "But thank you."
"The only people who are embarrassed are those warlocks who call themselves family and my husband, and I don't care how embarrassed they are," Hephaestia declares confidently. "Viatorus and Ingirun invited us both here, and today their opinion is the only one that matters."
"As good guests we should try to respect your family's traditions," Emily points out, her voice quiet and tone calm. The other woman bristles, prepared to protest but Emily gently insists. "They were kind enough to invite us, we should avoid starting any fights. Especially if it gets Viatorus' new friends involved."
The Smith exhales heavily through her nose and after a minute, deflates. She looks Harrowheart square in the eye and says, "She's right. She's always right." A second later she adds, "I would like to see the forges in your world some day. You could let me go on a tour instead of showing my family buckwheat stained with bear shit."
"I don't think he was being literal about that, Tia," Emily mutters behind a sip of wine.