POST NO# 51
Anakin suffered some more when he found the white silk kerchief and opened it to wipe the cursed smudges from his face. The whole gathering was shocked at the sight of the bloody piece of clothe, some of those present even went as far as to spit out their drinks or choke on the morsels in their mouth. Subdued laughing and snickering mixed in with a flurry of mummers.
Liane rolled his eyes, shaking his head from side to side, the chief actually blushed, Anakin thought he looked pretty cute, blushing with that toothless grin of his. Anakin just stared at him, "Another faux pas!" He thought bluntly, his hands frozen in mid air with the so-called incriminating evidence.
"Anakin you don't have to show that to every body. Your mother maybe but not every body." Liane said pointing to the kerchief.
From the tone of his voice Anakin realized he'd stuck his foot in a real big pile this time. Anakin examined the kerchief again and didn't find any thing objectionable.
"Look I didn't kill any body," He said as he looked around sheepishly. "This is MY own blood." The gathering just stared back at him unconvinced.
"Look, I got a cut here." He showed them the fresh cut on his forehead. "Padmé's ring cut it when she…" He stopped before he had to tell them– when she shooed him away.
Again every one went quite.
Cough. Cough. Giggle. Snicker.
"Oh! Uhm… We thought it was your wife's…" Liane said sounding rather embarrassed.
"You'd think I'd beat her bloody for giving me a small cut."
Liane was smiling and shaking his head.
"No! NO! Of coarse not, leave that to your wife." That elicited another round of laughter.
The chief bent again towards Anakin and whispered something in his ears, after which the kerchief disappeared like magic, leaving Anakin red from ear to ear.
Anakin stole a furtive glance at the balcony and slumped back in his chair with relief when he found it empty-he was sure Padmé would've been embarrassed to death.
"In fact I'm thinking of suggesting to father to revoke your honoree status as warrior of the Capa tribe." Liane said smoothly changing the subject and bailing his friend out of one bad situation and into another-though less embarrassing one.
Anakin gladly fell into line, "Hey! I can't strike my wife-at least not all the time." He said, as he rubbed his face vigorously with the towel the chief had offered him.
"No Capa warrior lets his wife beat him up" Liane added thumping the table to stress his point.
"It was an accident, nothing serious. Anakin replied shrugging.
"And let his wife chase him out of the room." Liane added quickly.
Anakin blushed. "Guys I know you folks have your values-but this is all normal to us city folks, we accept the little tiffs as part of the marriage package. Besides, I can be with my wife all my life, but I wanted to be with you people, my fellow warriors. You folks were having such a good time I couldn't resist a little visit.
The chief smiled. Anakin had gotten himself out of this one. He thumped Anakin on the back, chuckling. The rest of the warriors too thought better of him after this answer. Cheering and thumping the table, the party lifted their drinks in unison, wishing the groom a happy and long married life. Anakin thanked then with a wide grin.
"Now tell me if you've had any thing to eat?" The chief asked. Anakin rubbed his belly, he'd not eaten a bite all day; being as excited as he was-he'd lost his appetite; until now.
The chief clapped a hand; soon all kinds of delicacies were laid before the hungry groom. Anakin dug into the food his misadventures forgotten.
Anakin suffered some more when he found the white silk kerchief and opened it to wipe the cursed smudges from his face. The whole gathering was shocked at the sight of the bloody piece of clothe, some of those present even went as far as to spit out their drinks or choke on the morsels in their mouth. Subdued laughing and snickering mixed in with a flurry of mummers.
Liane rolled his eyes, shaking his head from side to side, the chief actually blushed, Anakin thought he looked pretty cute, blushing with that toothless grin of his. Anakin just stared at him, "Another faux pas!" He thought bluntly, his hands frozen in mid air with the so-called incriminating evidence.
"Anakin you don't have to show that to every body. Your mother maybe but not every body." Liane said pointing to the kerchief.
From the tone of his voice Anakin realized he'd stuck his foot in a real big pile this time. Anakin examined the kerchief again and didn't find any thing objectionable.
"Look I didn't kill any body," He said as he looked around sheepishly. "This is MY own blood." The gathering just stared back at him unconvinced.
"Look, I got a cut here." He showed them the fresh cut on his forehead. "Padmé's ring cut it when she…" He stopped before he had to tell them– when she shooed him away.
Again every one went quite.
Cough. Cough. Giggle. Snicker.
"Oh! Uhm… We thought it was your wife's…" Liane said sounding rather embarrassed.
"You'd think I'd beat her bloody for giving me a small cut."
Liane was smiling and shaking his head.
"No! NO! Of coarse not, leave that to your wife." That elicited another round of laughter.
The chief bent again towards Anakin and whispered something in his ears, after which the kerchief disappeared like magic, leaving Anakin red from ear to ear.
Anakin stole a furtive glance at the balcony and slumped back in his chair with relief when he found it empty-he was sure Padmé would've been embarrassed to death.
"In fact I'm thinking of suggesting to father to revoke your honoree status as warrior of the Capa tribe." Liane said smoothly changing the subject and bailing his friend out of one bad situation and into another-though less embarrassing one.
Anakin gladly fell into line, "Hey! I can't strike my wife-at least not all the time." He said, as he rubbed his face vigorously with the towel the chief had offered him.
"No Capa warrior lets his wife beat him up" Liane added thumping the table to stress his point.
"It was an accident, nothing serious. Anakin replied shrugging.
"And let his wife chase him out of the room." Liane added quickly.
Anakin blushed. "Guys I know you folks have your values-but this is all normal to us city folks, we accept the little tiffs as part of the marriage package. Besides, I can be with my wife all my life, but I wanted to be with you people, my fellow warriors. You folks were having such a good time I couldn't resist a little visit.
The chief smiled. Anakin had gotten himself out of this one. He thumped Anakin on the back, chuckling. The rest of the warriors too thought better of him after this answer. Cheering and thumping the table, the party lifted their drinks in unison, wishing the groom a happy and long married life. Anakin thanked then with a wide grin.
"Now tell me if you've had any thing to eat?" The chief asked. Anakin rubbed his belly, he'd not eaten a bite all day; being as excited as he was-he'd lost his appetite; until now.
The chief clapped a hand; soon all kinds of delicacies were laid before the hungry groom. Anakin dug into the food his misadventures forgotten.