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He nodded to her question and somehow, make a crooked face when the question 'Are you enjoying yourself' came up. Truth be told, he kinda was and he kinda wasn't. There was something missing and Ephraim couldn't quite put a finger on it until he turned his head to the dance floor. "Kind of..." he hinted, gesturing his head to the crowd before offering a hand. "Care for a dance?" curiously asking. After all, Sophia WAS the planner and the least she had to do was have fun at something she put together. It wouldn't be fair if she did all that work just to go home tired with no entertainment.

A spin, a spin, a whistle. The dancing stopped as everyone was called to attention and the bride said a few quick words before to the guests. Hatmon couldn’t say she was especially happy being interrupted in such a manner, but it was part of the wedding, so she would accept it. A moment later the bouquet was thrown, not that the fox-like girl cared much. She was much more interested in dancing some more with her new acquaintance.

Hatmon had almost forgotten the things that took place at weddings, but this served to be a reminder, that she wouldn’t soon forget. Having not wanted to be interrupted in the first place, Ganon and Hatmon had yet to completely stop dancing and were still moving slightly even as the bouquet was thrown. They weren’t doing much movement wise, just a few slow small turns, as they didn’t want to be a bother in this big moment.

Such was Hatmon’s luck, though, that she managed to slip on her own tail and nearly tumble to the floor like the ball of fluff she was. Luckily, thanks to her own sense of balance and her partner, she managed to steady herself in time for… the bouquet to land right between her… boobs. Oh the irony and she didn’t even want to be at this wedding, and had only come because Kris had forced her to. One could even say she didn’t like nearly hated weddings thanks to the events that happened at her almost wedding. It was just too perfect. She hadn’t even seen it coming, and was too dazed and shocked by the event to do more than stare at the bouquet of flowers. Flowers that were caught perfectly between her cleavage. She just had to always wear a corset, didn’t she? And today of all days.

The demonic fox’s ears flattened against her head as she simply continued staring at the bouquet. As if staring would get them to do something, maybe get up and… go land in someone else’s cleavage! But not Hatmon’s no, she did not want these flowers between her boobs. They weren’t some accessory she wanted to have.

Slight irritation was visible on her face as her tail swished from side to side to display her irritation while her ears twitched occasionally. She was trying to maintain composure, but it was becoming increasingly hard. Ganon’s laughing probably wasn’t exactly helping that. “Stupid… flowers…” she hissed as the nice smelling bouquet just before Ganon plucked it from between her cleavage. “I’m sure I’ll find it funny in the future.” She had to admit, that things that were often not funny at first, proved to be seen as such when reflected upon.

"Well...It has been a thousand years," Durbans said as he looked out into the distance, where an edge of grasslands could be seen.

He rememberd the times he had with the other eight 'legends'. The times after the war, when peace had been obtained. He remembered standing on the promenade with Hanon as she looked out with a need to go back to her beloved plains. Elimine away, healing those that had been wounded. Roland, leading the people of the new Lycian League. ANd all the others. He had left them for battle, honor and glory.

He returned his attention to Isadora. "A thousand years is a long....time to wait. Custom dictates that I must enter the floor for the Garter as a single male."

"Love? I am A fighter. A warrior," Durbans replied. "I live and I die. When I bore my Axe, I was doomed to lofe on the battlefield. Love is not something one should retain on the field. Often times it is unavoidable, but..." He shrugged a little. It wasn't good for him to get caught up. When he had first seen Isadora, she had that same look that he had so many years ago. "And you, Miss Isadora. Do you have someone that you wait for?"

He did not let her answer, for he heard a call, and he felt something pull him, deep within. He backed away from Isadora, letting her go. A surprised looke came across his face. Someone spoke to him. He smiled and looked down at Isadora. "I have been away from my friends for too. long. Rolands children, Hanons children, Elimine's children... I have watched over them for all of my life, but now. I must go to be with my friends." He turned to leave. "Miss Isadora, whatever you choose...Never regret your decision." He walked out and came to the edge of the distant woods, where he was met by Roland, Athos, Hartmut, Hanon, and Elimine.

"Well it took you long enough friend," Roland chuckled.

"We have been waiting for you," Elimine said sweetly.

"You haven't aged a say," Hartmut laughed.

"Mmm. No. I think that we all haven't aged at all in a thousand years," Athos replied.

Hanon slowly walked up to Durbans and looked him in the eyes. her hair pulled out of her normal ponytail and cascaded down her back. The others watched the two look at eachother in silence. Finally she spoke softly. "Welcome back...Durbans."