Razekiel himself had not indulged in the ecstasy of romance in years upon years, yet his heart swelled with an undying flame of appreciation for the art of love. He missed it, in a way, yet it was one thing he spoke primarily little about; he was not the young man he used to be, perhaps did not bask in the handsome youthfulness he had in his more adolescent of years. Did he expect to possess the attention of a young woman again? Not for an extended amount of time, at least. The coyote had loved the beautiful Ocean Flower well and long during his time in Juniper Peace, and as a result had been blessed with a number of equally gorgeous children. He'd had his time, perhaps, and turned his attention to loving the earth and the family of Ichikans around him in exchange for romance long lost.
Razekiel had convinced Nayru heavily to allow nearly countless celebrations for Ichikan culture, but none mattered to him more than that of mating rituals. To bask in the wonders of a couple in love — the daydreamer within him could not have been more moved with emotion.
The coyote had heard much of Rendall and Noah's relationship, though he himself had witnessed very little of it; Nayru always spoke of such things with more enthusiasm than he would have expected from her, not that it bothered him. The coyote had set to work over a number of weeks shaping jewelry in his little hut by the river, fingers numbed by the onset of chilly autumn weather even despite their business lacing bead and string together or dabbing paint where he found it most endearing. He blessed them with prayers and the Mother's delight, and when the time came for the ceremony, he was quick to move without realizing how early he would arrive.
The coyote knew nothing of a pregnancy, though burst with delighted glow at the sight of Jace and Temo. Did he have anything spare crafted? Ah, no, he would have to make them something special, for sure. Not just anything would work.
"Namaste, namaste, my friends," he exclaimed, a warmth in his straw-hued eyes as he strolled into the small church with open arms, apparently the first to arrive. His voice, proud and charming, echoed gently off the walls. "Congratulations, congratulations, all of you, man. This guy is so proud of you, every one of you."
He pondered when to present their gifts, and decided to withhold them for the time being; instead, the Seiryu embraced them each one by one with strong and loving hugs. "It is an honor to attend such groovy ceremonies, man. I can't wait."
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