One arm shot out and he swiped Cal'Lanth up off of his feet. "Oh no you don't, you little devil..." Aaron grinned at the little boy and was about to head off to put him with the other children when a large hand slapped into his back. The schi stumbled, caught himself and eyed Cal, one arm wrapped around the little boy’s waist. “You okay?” There was genuine concern followed by a deer in the headlights look as a rope was slipped over his free wrist.

“But I’m on kid duty! And I’m not the marrying kind! I’m never in the same place; I can’t stay still and...” Forest green eyes turned to his wife for the night and he shut his jaw, swallowed and smiled, “Fa’ilte, I’m Aaron, this is Cal’Lanth...he’s not mine he belongs to my aunt and uncle.” He clarified then offered Serendipity a rather dopey smile.

“Hello,” Serendipity’s blue eyes sparkled as she smiled up at the stranger she had been tethered too. The redhead blinked in a slightly alarmed manner as the child’s mother swooped in out of nowhere and absconded with him, then laughed. “Well, he is terribly cute... and we ... well, if that was your Aunt, we are related in a veeeeeery round about way. The Wyvern’s are related to the D’Riels... somehow. That’s my name by the way... or my last one anyway, I’m Serendipity.”

“A little hellion, or so I’m told...” Aaron grinned, “Aye, the same here, my mother and she call themselves sisters but then she was adopted into the D’Riels by Y’Roden as his daughter...it makes me dizzy sometimes.” The schi grinned and awkwardly offered his arm after he figured out how to do it without twisting either of their arms. “Mine is Aerta, my last name I mean, I think I told you my first name, right?”

Serendip gave the schi a mischievous smile and grinned, “Why yes, you did, Aaron,” she said. The redhead tucked her hand through to rest on his arm, “So, what would you like to do? We could eat... or drink till we fall over, and join the dancing carnival over there,” she said, pointing at the drunken Lords.

There was moment where it looked like he might have blushed, but it passed and instead he offered her a grin. “I say we try all three, how about you?” Aaron barked out a laugh as one of the drunken Lords stumbled and jostled one of the women who didn’t look like she was offended at all. “I promise not to step on toes.”

Serendip gave a delighted laugh and swung out into the dance with Aaron, her face flushing as the near frenetic steps of the folk dance swept them across the sand and close to one of the bonfires. “I have no idea how you intend to eat and dance at the same time,” she said breathlessly, “but I’ll gladly watch the process with wrapt fascination.”

Grinning, Aaron spun Serendipty around, “Okay, we’ll save the eating for later.” The Schi let out a startled squawk as he stumbled over a leg and landed in the sand. Grinning sheepishly when he brought her down with him, though it quickly erupted into laughter as who ever had tripped him just grunted, rolled over and drifted back off to sleep.

“I think he might have a good idea. It looks like the wedding is starting to dwindle down.” Drawing one knee up he rested his free arm on it and scanned the area then looked towards Serendip, “You going to the Day of the Dead?”

The laughing redhead propped an elbow in the sand and dropped her head into her head. “But of course, everyone that is anyone in Corin goes, it’s the biggest celebration of the year.” She grinned and canted her head, “I love the feeling of... mystery and excitement. Pretending you are someone else for an evening can be very exciting.” Settling in a little more comfortably she eyed him speculatively, “You are going too? Have you been before?”

“Aye, I’m going. I have a sudden urge to learn everything I can about Whispin, and since I can’t go to S’Hea without help, I thought I’d start in Corin.” Aaron laughed at her enthusiasm, “Nay, I’ve not been before. Any tips on keeping myself out of trouble?”

“No,” she said mischievously, “but I have plenty of tips to get you in trouble.” Blue eyes sparkled with laughter and she flopped on her back in the sand. “My Father joins the Running of the Bulls every year, last year he actually got hurt, but he did come away with one of the golden bangles. And, if you go to the fires at the far end of the beach? That’s where they tell the bawdiest stories.” She giggled and rolled over on her stomach, “I stopped by the last time, but had to leave before my ears caught fire.” The young human woman smiled and kissed him on the forehead, “You know, you’ve been a wonderful ‘husband for the evening’. Maybe I’ll see you in Corin. I should go soon though, see the big burly redhead fellow over there? That’s my father, and he has that look about him that says it’s about time to go.”

Aaron grinned and carefully unwound himself from the flowers, and dropped the rope into her hand, closing her fingers around it. “Well, I certainly don’t want to get in trouble with your father or you get in trouble on my behalf. I’ll see you around, Elle’Artra.” The half-elf winked, pulled Serendipity to her feet, stole a quick kiss and walked off singing, his warm baritenor carrying back over his shoulder as he simply disappeared into the growing darkness.