Marina turned at the sound of her voice and offered a graceful curtsy, her smile as gentle and polished as ever.
"Miss Caelith," she said warmly. "I came to share in the happiness of this joyous occasion."
Caelith inclined her head politely. "You are most welcome."
Marina smiled at her, her eyes curving into delicate crescents.
"The bride is truly beautiful today. When Miss Caelith marries, I imagine you will be even more radiant."
Caelith merely smiled and did not respond.
At the wedding banquet, Marina was seated at the same table as Caelith.
She sat beside her throughout the feast, speaking to her from time to time with the easy familiarity of an old friend.
"Miss Caelith, those embroidered handkerchiefs of yours are wonderful. Would you reserve a few more for me next time?"
"Of course."
"Miss Caelith, what foods do you usually enjoy? Perhaps one day I can prepare them for you myself."
