Oh, what a wedding! What a celebration! How lovely! How full of love is she!

Or perhaps, it is just the little taste of pomegranate wine she has permitted herself. Only the Crystal Dragon knows for sure why the princess' cheeks are flushed and her eyes shine upon the festivities with radiance like the dawn. She networks. Navigates conversation both nonverbal and spoken with a practiced display of effortlessness. Offers well-wishes that are magnanimous but not too humble for someone of her status.

She notes that there is another group in attendance, outside of the ranks of Satriya or Tianlong. Lian keeps her ears pricked keenly, attempting to filter conversation in relation to them from the throng of voices, until she has but a snippet of something. It is then the princess turns to whoever of her own are closest with queries. Lèzǐ - may I have your ear? She summons, with no need to raise her voice. A faint tilt of her head aims to draw the wolf into her orbit so their conversation falls beneath the river of conversation filling the incensed hall. Perhaps you can explain to me something of these Camhanaich? I am wondering what this Toisiche of theirs means to them - do you know?