Anders reads from the book, casting happy, knowing glances at his kids. "Primal class comprises the elements: fire, ice, lightning, earth. It is the class that causes the most destruction."
"Somehow I feel like Ilska has similar feelings. Have a think on it. I'm sure something will come to you."
"I'll await your word with bated breath." Beat. "...My breath will probably not be bated. That seems like it may become inconvenient."
Talia laughs and grins. "I will, don't fear. There are many people who would scold me if I didn't."
"It's not just my siblings! I appear to have acquired a band of merry followers who worry for my health."
Karl holds out his hand. "Thank you, Talia. You're right, I better get down there and start doing something."
Talia hesitates, and then gives him a quick, brief handshake. "I'd say anytime, but you should only get married once."
"Believe me. This is it. He is it."
Karl's smile is big and bright, and he gives Talia a cheery wave when he descends back downstairs.
"As if he'd say no!"
But Karl does draw back, a somewhat serious look on his face. "But we will make a very big, very surprising event for him."
"I'll leave that to you, I better go make sure Blaise is okay."
As he's leaving, he taps his nose. "Make sure Cia and Ilska knows it's on."
"Betting they give you a shovel talk?" Raeli asks as she gathers her things to go and talk to Cia and Ilska.