Sagiri sat on the high seat watching the celebrations. He was the man of the hour anyway. Ever since the marriage proposal, every high-ranking man had come to him to introduce their daughter. He had seen more women than he had in his lifetime on a single day.
The cunning foxes!
All he had to nod before the next one was thrown at him. Fathers could not wait to get a piece of the N'folu blood, could they?
As evening hit, it was finally time for the feast, and the streets were filled with food. Sagiri finally stood, and Zifara and Koru followed after him.
"Where is Azir?" Sagiri finally asked.
"I let him handle the festivities. He is swamped trying to make your day good..."
"Big brother!!" At the moment, Azir came running, before he stopped himself and tried to walk slowly, but the slow running walk was even more undignifying than the run. He looked neat even so dressed in ceremonial attire.
