Otter Creek — mithril —

tavina wouldn't have minded a larger wedding. little toula might have loved to join, perhaps even nazli. 

but as she gazed into nala's eyes, as she saw the already radiant loveliness only jeweled by her decorations, as her love stood beneath the curving snow-laden trees, she knew that this was perfection.

gucci began to speak, and the stoic facade of the sesh slowly smoothed to a cowl of happy tears. the neb had been a perfect choice, his honeyed drawl carrying over her little sounds and sighs.

she listened when nala spoke, and when it came her turn, tavina said at once: "i do," and then, "if there was ever a day like this again, i would only ever want to share it with you, nala."