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Faolan was quiet while eating, not something normal for the usually talkative young man. He wasn't sure he was ready for fatherhood, either. There'd always been a chance, sure, but he'd been careful with his other female lovers. Furthermore, he'd wanted more time at enjoying the idea that he was gonna get married and actually plan out a ceremony. Now, they were going to have to get it done before any midwives or others with that uncanny knack for just knowing things found out and told Keagan.

He looked up at Elle, watching her a bit. Wasn't any sort of fair to her, either, that he'd been careless in his hurry to have her and gotten her in this mess. At least with an engagement, she would've had time to change her mind and run if she wanted. Now she was stuck with him . . . and whatever hellspawned brat he'd sired on her. Keagan might've been right in warning him not to go actively seeking to have children. If what Trystan had told him on his father held any truth, perhaps he should've just learned to be celibate . . . or gelded.

The young man sighed and looked down at his plate, nudging around a cube of bake yam. Poor Elle wasn't even going to get a proper wedding like she'd probably always dreamed of. Nope. They were going to have to just grab the nearest carnival minister or mystic (or even clown) that wasn't currently busy (or drunk, in the case of the clown) and talk them into performing a quick handfasting. It was the preferred method of marriage for the carnival and would just have to serve till Fao could get it together enough to do a proper wedding for his girl.

Faolan looked up at his name being spoken and smiled at Elle, reaching over to take her hand in his. "Hey, now, my bonny lass, no need to be sad. You should be happy. We're gonna be parents." There was genuine joy in his smile and shining in his eyes. He stood up, putting a hand down on the table for support, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "It's a little quicker than expected, but . . . we'll be a real family soon."

"Ay, ay, well, that wee one," Faolan laughed, indicating her belly before pointing at Zia, "or this 'un. Either way, we needed more room. A bairn on the horizon's just a crazy random happenstance. Those are often the best kind."

Faolan laughed, scooting his chair back and pulling her down to sit in his lap. "La, girl. It's Farstep. We do as we please and fate sorts out the rest." He looked up at her, eyes twinkling in the light from the lamp on the table. Giving a smaller, more subtle version of his usual grin, he pulled Ellandra into a kiss, soft and passionate. As he broke it, Faolan gave a slightly dazed smile. "Love you, Elle. I truly do. Unexpected things like this, they ain't always bad. After all, I was unwanted and I turned out alright, eh?" His smile turned into a playful lopsided grin. "Now, girl. If your done with your worryin' on me and done eatin', let's go find us someone other than my Da to perform us a ceremony right proper."

"Aye, lass. I loved you before I met you." Faolan looked up at her, smiling, then pulled her down for another few sweet kisses. "Alright, little mama. Let's go get hitched."

He swatted her bottom affectionately to get her up. Once she was out of his lap, he stood up languidly, making a soft contented groan. He grinned down at her, taking her hand, their fingers intertwining. "If you'd like, we can change into some nice clothes."

Fao indicated the bedroom with a slight jerk of his head. "Go put it on, lass. Think I'll get something decent on, too." He headed for the bedroom, gesturing for her to follow.

Faolan looked over, buttoning a fresh linen shirt up. He made a soft happy sigh, almost like a purr, and walked over to her. "Come, lass." He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her bare skin, one for each button he fastened for her as he worked his way up. When the top button was done, he kissed the back of her neck. It was almost a shame, really. Most times he wanted to help her out of her clothes, but this was good, too.

Finally pulling back, he reached out, turning her so she could face him, and put his fingertips under her chin, tilting her head up gently. "Beautiful," he breathed. He gave a soft smile, tilting his head slightly. "Ready to go, my love?"

Faolan rested his arms around the young woman, returning the hug, though not as tightly. "He'd never kill me. Beat me, maybe, but he'd not go so far as to kill me." He stepped back from her, taking her hand in his, and led her through the vardo and outside, closing the door behind them.

It was already getting late, the sun just starting to set now. He closed his eyes, tilting his face up to the dwindling light of the glowing sphere, then looked down at her, all love and desire. "I think I know who to ask for this, but first we'll need a couple of witnesses, so we'll fetch them first."

He helped her down the steps, then led her through the crowds of the carnival, heading for the where the performers lived across the grounds.