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"I-I still do..." she replies softly with a nod, fishing into her pouch and producing the ring. She isn't one to get rid of things like these. "...W-we never h-had... a r-real wedding, t-though... but w-we lived like... a m-married couple, a-anyway..." She sighs softly, closing her fingers around the ring, pursing her lips.

"Mmm~" She nods in agreement, glancing at the small reception of people, taking note of any familiar faces. "I-I never t-thought... I-I'd ever... y-you know..." She shrugs meekly, looking rather happy and nervous about the whole affair.

"I-I'm glad... I-I could s-see you ag-gain~" Thankfully, she's used to the cold in general. She looks up as Ryn approaches, smiling and leaving Prishe to talk with Daniella. "R-Ryn~" Sherria hugs her back with a contented sigh. "I-I'm glad you c-could make it~" She pulls away to look her over carefully. "I-is everyone e-else well? I-I haven't s-seen them... in s-so long..."

Sherria squeaks as the whole thing unfolds before her, just watching in disbelief. "...D-D-Dani???" She winces as Illah tries to kick Daniel, unsure of how to respond. In the end, she can't help but let out a short laugh and a sniffle. Somehow, this makes her feel... nostalgic. She tries to hug the apparition, unsure if she really can, but Nether is she going to try. "...I-I've missed y-you..." she whispers softly.

Sherria follows her gaze, saying nothing for the time being. She can't be sure, but... She remains silent, just nodding quietly to Illah, content with just gently keeping the hug for now. Even if it was her, what would she say? What would she do? Carver tells her to worry about it after the wedding is over, and she nods to nobody in particular, forcing a small smile.

"D-Dani..." She looks down sadly, pursing her lips. "...W-w-will you... b-b-be alr-right, l-little one...?" Despite the obvious size difference, she can't help but refer to Illah that way, seeing her as her daughter. "...W-will D-Dani be alr-right...?" Carver observes the cloudy skies. Not exactly a great omen, especially on a wedding day... No, don't fawking jinx it. She listens for now, not too happy that Sherria's mood had to be spoiled like that... but she had to face this sometime.

"I-Illah~" She reaches up to hug the uruk tightly. "I-I've missed you s-so... I-I'm glad y-you're... a-alright..." She smiles weakly, pulling away a bit to talk properly without actually letting go. "...I-I know... y-you don't app-pprove of D-Daniel... a-and I'm s-sorry... I-I just h-hope... D-Dani can f-forgive me..." She holds the small smile, sniffling a bit from both the happiness of the occasion and the memory of her old flame. "...H-how are t-things...?" She would try to start a conversation with her, not having seen her for such a long time. So much to catch up on. Carver has an inkling that Dani might be around... Who is she kidding. If she could be around, she would. There's no stopping that crazy woman. She sighs internally, intent on staying inside for a good long while. No reason to be out, and Sherria wants to experience every moment of her pregnancy.

Sherria wraps an arm around Prishe with a soft giggle, planting a kiss on her head. "S-so am I, l-little one~" she agrees, giving Prishe a gentle squeeze. "G-go ahead, I-I'm sure your f-friends... a-are around here s-somewhere~" She takes a look about at the attendees, meekly bowing her thanks at whoever makes eye-contact with her.

Sherria takes the letter from her secluded spot in the mountains, tilting her head as she goes to read the message. She blinks a few times as she reads, staring at the paper for a long while. After some time, she finally starts writing a response, looking rather downcast. "Dear Ryn, or should I say Katie? It seems that you're leaving for somewhere. I know that I will miss you, little one. Please, promise me that you will be happy too. I'm sorry I couldn't be around more often, but I'm glad to see you have lots of friends and family with you. Be safe, Katie, Carver and I will always love you. Love, Sherria and Carver." Sherria lets out a soft sigh, re-reading her message once more. She wished she could be there... She sniffles a bit and folds the paper up, attaching it to the waiting bird and sending it off. Nether, she's getting too old for this sort of thing...

Beef stew is made with a bowl and cooked beef. However, beef stew gives 6 hunger points, whereas cooked beef alone gives 8. So little point in cooking that, really.

How many IC years is 560 IRL hours? Just curious.

Sherria hasn't seen a kha in a long time, so perhaps this isn't a bad thing.

Carver glances down at her mostly purple dress. Perhaps people will think twice about messing with her if they think she's a mage of sorts... And perhaps she could use it to her advantage. Now just gotta make sure there aren't any mage-hunters running around, if any.

Noooo! Hopefully you'll find a reason to come back here again...