Speak and you shall be heard.

Like a zombie raised from the graveyard, Jaakuna let out a rather ominous moan, holding his golden mane-covered head. His eyes were barely open and he had a throbbing headache. Getting whacked in the head not only once but [i]twice[/i] within the same half-hour never would sit well with anyone. He had a hard head - it was common knowledge, but even someone with a stubborn head like he does had a limit. More to the point, when one finds themselves at the receiving end of two, strong blows to their cranium, it definitely brings up the question of [code]how much is too much?[/code]

He asked himself that question a few times as he finally took to his feet. As he glanced around the room, taking in exactly who was present, it also took Jaakuna an extended amount of time to realize that there was double the amount of people that he was slowly remembering. He definitely remembered his cousin and brother, but the addition of Reia and Cassandra was a bit new for him. To be frank, it was too much. He needed to take a seat, so he would find one next to Emiri, who was across from Cassandra

[color=ed1c24]"What's going on?"[/color] He asked lazily, wincing as only one eye was open.

[color=mediumpurple]"Seems like you've seen better days,"[/color] Cassandra stated, looking at Jaakuna rather lovingly, reaching over to rub his leg.

Isaiah raised an eyebrow, leaning to Roman. [color=gold]"Bold one, isn't she?"[/color] He whispered.
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After the meeting had commenced and Wesley received a nod of respect from Arcturus, WEsley would return it and give the other council members a nod. Despite what had transpired, he meant no harm. It was a tense moment and they forced his hand. He had to ensure that they understood what was at stake and that, no matter who they might be or what pull they might have in Rozarria, Wesley wouldn't let them talk down to Nadeline nor would he allow them to force their will upon her. It seemed as though that tactic succeeded (much to Wesley's relief).

[color=fff79a]"Thank you, Karolina,"[/color] Wesley offered her a smile.

It was an interesting conversation that the 8Rozarrians were having about not only Wesley's actions during the meeting but how he and Nadeline were expecting a child. Additionally, there did seem to be a rather positive air around the bunch. With Nadeline feeling embarrassed about her parents' comments and Wesley finding the energy motivating. Karolina wanted them to have a daughter and Lorenzo wanted it to be a boy. Honestly, Wesley hadn't given it much thought. To him, as long as the baby was healthy, he had no reservations about it being boy or girl. The child would be his first-born and he would love it regardless of sex. Though, the idea of having a son did strike an interesting thought. To be able to bestow the knowledge his father placed unto him would be wonderful, but a daughter made him feel think how she would be his life..

[color=fff79a]"You're too kind, Karolina, but honestly, I just want my child to be healthy. Although,"[/color] Wesley chuckled at his current thought, [color=fff79a]"I do wonder what color hair it might have. While it's true I have dark, almost black hair, my mother is also a blonde. Nadeline is too, as well as yourself and Lorenzo. My father also was one, but more in the dark gold shade."[/color] He thought on that for a hard moment. [color=fff79a]"I seemed to have missed out on the gold of hair. My grandfather, according to my father, had hair as dark as the night sky, so that explains why I lack the same shade as both of my parents had."[/color]