The estate was done up properly. Inside was definitely closed off to the guests, but the grounds outside were full of festivities. Enzeru normally wouldn’t have gone for something so showy, except he knew that most of the people showing would need this in order to take their minds off things. It wasn’t gaudy, but they had it all. Games for the kids who would be showing up, some games for the adults, tables filled with food for the guests to eat, and his fellow natives of Kirigakure had chipped in their part and gotten a live orchestral band from Moon to come in and set the mood for the event. Enzeru was able to tune most of it out, a lifetime of training allowing him to focus on the important details. Like the choking his tunic and the decorations on it were putting him under.
For once, he was wearing truly formal attire. It was reminiscent of his military uniform, but not quite the same. Dark blue dress pants, black shiny dress shoes, black socks, a dark blue coat with long tails on the front and back, and a baby blue cape across his back. Gray belts held it together, and there was quite a bite of silver ornamentation near his neckline. And a….furry thing by his head on his left shoulder with braided cords hanging from it. He had no idea what that was, actually. He almost felt a fool, except he knew that tonight would make someone he cared about very, very happy. For her, he would feel like a fool any day. For her, he was a fool in love.

So far the only people arrived were himself, standing near the stage for the ceremony, and his fellows from Kirigakure. He was still having trouble getting used to the idea of Osore and Hoshikata being the same person now. Or rather, of Osore being Hoshikata and Osore at once. It was confusing. But the money sent their way from the Isaki clan to help cover some of the expenses wasn’t a gift he could refuse. So he let them stay.
There were poles set out, banners in purple and black and ice blue hanging from them and creating a sort of passage into the area set apart for the wedding. Enough chairs set out for a few hundred guests, though he had no idea why they would think there’d be that many. The band was playing in one corner, a slow song that reminded him of his former home. And Enzeru simply stood there, for the first time in his life experiencing true nervousness. Not adrenaline, not fear. Just anxiety that everything was happening and he was in the middle of it, a leave in a hurricane. It was not a feeling he enjoyed.