Post No #50-40
Anakin shrugged helplessly as the party around the table all rolled with laughter, holding their bellies. Something funny was going on and he was the only one not seeing it.
"What's so funny guys?" He asked innocently.
"I'm happy to know that you two have settled your…er private matters. Looks like things have been going well for you, son!" The chief said with a twinkle in his eyes. It was obvious that he was trying very hard not to burst out laughing.
Anakin looked poker-faced at the chief, not getting the gist of his statement.
"Have I grown horns or what? Or is it a required tradition to ridicule the groom" he said pulling up a chair next to the chief.
Every where he looked, they were laughing, snickering and giggling even some of the stern, stone faced chiefs he's seen earlier were shaking with mirth, their fat belies quivering like jelly.
"Guys! As it is this day isn't easy on any one," Anakin said with a hurt look." Pointedly looking at his friends from the warrior village.
"Not easy for any one-but it must have been smooth going for you, my friend." Liane added. "From what I see on your face, the two of you haven't wasted much time."
Anakin straightened up. He didn't like what the guy was insinuating.
"Hey! Now, you don't have any right to…"
"Son! Have you seen your face in the mirror?" The chief cut in before things got out of hand.
Anakin stopped dead and stared at the chief-as blank as a sheet. He wished he could see himself with the force but that wasn't possible-he promised he'd work on it.
Slowly he rubbed a reluctant hand to his face, still looking around nervously- the hubbub had died down to pin drop silence-He swallowed again and pulled his eyes to his palm. Anakin suddenly sprung up from his seat as it hit him.
"Damn! Padmé's lip paint!" He thought. He soon turned to unhealthy shade of red as he stared incredulously at his hand.
"Thank the stars there aren't any females," Anakin thought-in an effort to boost his shattered ego. He frantically frisked his body in search for his kerchief.
"Look who's here," Liane announced. Anakin didn't like the sound of it. With his eyes Liane indicated an area behind and above Anakin's head. With dread Anakin turned around slowly. A groan escaped his lips-there on the balcony stood two young women; giggling-and one of them was Padmé!
Anakin slumped on the table his head in his hands as the guffaws resumed. The whole village was resounding once again with loud noisy laughter.
Anakin shrugged helplessly as the party around the table all rolled with laughter, holding their bellies. Something funny was going on and he was the only one not seeing it.
"What's so funny guys?" He asked innocently.
"I'm happy to know that you two have settled your…er private matters. Looks like things have been going well for you, son!" The chief said with a twinkle in his eyes. It was obvious that he was trying very hard not to burst out laughing.
Anakin looked poker-faced at the chief, not getting the gist of his statement.
"Have I grown horns or what? Or is it a required tradition to ridicule the groom" he said pulling up a chair next to the chief.
Every where he looked, they were laughing, snickering and giggling even some of the stern, stone faced chiefs he's seen earlier were shaking with mirth, their fat belies quivering like jelly.
"Guys! As it is this day isn't easy on any one," Anakin said with a hurt look." Pointedly looking at his friends from the warrior village.
"Not easy for any one-but it must have been smooth going for you, my friend." Liane added. "From what I see on your face, the two of you haven't wasted much time."
Anakin straightened up. He didn't like what the guy was insinuating.
"Hey! Now, you don't have any right to…"
"Son! Have you seen your face in the mirror?" The chief cut in before things got out of hand.
Anakin stopped dead and stared at the chief-as blank as a sheet. He wished he could see himself with the force but that wasn't possible-he promised he'd work on it.
Slowly he rubbed a reluctant hand to his face, still looking around nervously- the hubbub had died down to pin drop silence-He swallowed again and pulled his eyes to his palm. Anakin suddenly sprung up from his seat as it hit him.
"Damn! Padmé's lip paint!" He thought. He soon turned to unhealthy shade of red as he stared incredulously at his hand.
"Thank the stars there aren't any females," Anakin thought-in an effort to boost his shattered ego. He frantically frisked his body in search for his kerchief.
"Look who's here," Liane announced. Anakin didn't like the sound of it. With his eyes Liane indicated an area behind and above Anakin's head. With dread Anakin turned around slowly. A groan escaped his lips-there on the balcony stood two young women; giggling-and one of them was Padmé!
Anakin slumped on the table his head in his hands as the guffaws resumed. The whole village was resounding once again with loud noisy laughter.