The feast that night was like nothing Ezra had ever seen and he was no stranger to Mandolorian festivities given the last several months and the mandalorian preference toward celebrating every victory. It started when moments after the Countess' announcement he had been whisked away to the armour forge below the stronghold to be fitted for a set of armour he could call his own. At first he was sceptical, he had managed to survive for this long without the armour, but Sabine who was accompanying him was insistent that it was necessary and he wouldn't deny her something related to her culture. After several hours they finally managed to organise his armour, Ezra choosing a set of recon style armour similar to Sabine's. All that was left was to fit the armour and paint it.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with Sabine and the armourers until less than an hour before the feast they finally have the armour sized and painted, with Sabine taking extra enjoyment out of painting his armour to match her own.
When they eventually arrive in the hall for the feast they find what can only be described as the most extravagant and over the top party Ezra has ever seen. Lining both walls are tables of food and drink, with keg after keg of mandalorian ale stacked up. To one end of the room is a sparring arena while the middle holds a dance floor and the Dais end is lined by enough seating for hundreds.
True to form only a few minutes after Ezra and Sabine arrive the members of Clans Wren, Kryze, and Onyo start to pour into the room filling it with the sound of boisterous revelry as they quickly start on the ale. The night from that point gets a little hard to remember for both Ezra and Sabine, instead their memory is filled with flashes.
There are brilliant flashes filled with dancing, as Ezra and Sabine have their first dance surrounded by her clan. Flashes with drinking, and toasting as Ursa and her clan wish them well. There's flashes of singing as Ezra drunkenly serenades a heavily blushing Sabine with Lothalian love songs. There's flashes of fighting, as they stand back to back in the sparring ring proving their mettle against any who challenge them.
And then there's the quiet flashes, the ones not filled with boisterous revelry, the ones where Sabine spends ages trying to describe the beauty she finds in the blue of his eyes. The ones where Ezra can't take his eyes off her, and the beauty of her unburdened smile. The ones where they find themselves slow dancing despite the revelry around them, enjoying just being able to hold one another. The ones where Aldrich welcomes Ezra to the family and calls him son. The ones where Ezra and Sabine sneak away and become lost in themselves, oblivious to the world around them.
No, this feast was like nothing Ezra had experienced before, and from what he remembers he is ok with that, because now that he has Sabine by his side everything is starting to look brighter.