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Wedding Day

Postby Kemian » Thu Jun 25, 2009 6:51 am

The volunteers began showing up early in the morning to set up the tents and chairs in the Heroes Garden. The priests would arrive later to see to the food. The Bride was sequestered for the largest part of the day, but Evander could be seen overseeing the operation at various points issuing directions and seeing to last minute adjustments. When everything was in place it looked magnificent if a little simple. The flowers were arranged neatly the chairs were functional and the tents were there in case rain showers attempted to spoil the festivities. Many had been invited and the priest had made certain that anyone with a desire for the two to be happy were welcome to join the festivities even if they did not have an invitation.

((OOC: You can post your entrances here, feel free to be as descriptive and eloquent as you like. The IC even will happen on Saturday Tuesday 27th at 3PM chat time in the Heroes Garden although anyone that wants to can hold scenes throughout the day in Gen IC1 or 2.))
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Talinor » Thu Jun 25, 2009 11:07 am

((save for the cerimony by Tal post... *snickers* simple... and then they got Tal involved... *snickers* what I said nothing....))

Benches had been carted all morning by alcoyotes of both the Seldarine, Ilmater and Lathander temples. Upon arrival there was plenty of space for all that might show up...

And by a mark made in the ground, on either side were small bleachers...

as folks started up a mixed choir from the temples stood upon them and started to sing. Each temple's choir taking turns singing as background music while folks arrived...
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Stam » Fri Jun 26, 2009 3:49 pm

[Regrettably, I won't be there at the time - that being smack in the middle of Shabbos and all. So, here's the entry post...and a bit more.]

Talia had been quite indecisive about the wedding - and not just about what to wear. There had been a number of changes in her life, and in at least one fashion the whole idea of a wedding now seemed almost threatening to her.

But she knew the happy couple well - both Kethean and Evander were good people, and she'd aided them and stood at their sides on more than one occasion. So in the last two weeks before the wedding, she had spent several frantic visits to an excellent seamstress and three others shopping for shoes, appropriate jewelry (eventually deciding to go with her own onyx set) and then badgering Mattias into choosing something appropriate for himself.

The Hin made a point of showing up early, preferring to arrive without a grand entrance or fanfare. Especially since, for those who weren't in the know yet, she arrived on the arm of a slightly taller, handsome male Hin dressed in a formal suit, stylish shirt and scarlet waistcoat. The young man in question, one Mattias by name, was a woodworker by trade and (by his manner and lack of comfort in the formal garb) appeared to be from the working class.

Talia was dressed in a sleeveless, strapless formal evening gown of royal blue taffeta. The gown accented her slender, supple figure as well as showing off more of the halfling's fair skin than almost everyone present had seen. (For those who aren't busy looking at her dress, hairstyle or bustline, they might discern any number of faint, old scars along her arms, chest or back.)

And while Talia seemed somewhat nervous - both at being seen on a man's arm, and at exposing that much of her skin - she also seemed much happier and carefree at the wedding than she had been for the last several months.

The other reason she had made a point to arrive early was apparent to Evander quite quickly, as the pair made a beeline to him upon arrival...
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Kemian » Fri Jun 26, 2009 4:00 pm

Evander looked particularly handsome in the beautiful Glass steel armor that Kethean had made for him. He wore a number of other adornments including the symbol of his faith. He greeted as many of the guests as he could personally before the ceremony. Evander was particularly pleased to see Talia join them for this day and if he was curious about the young Hin on her arm he knew enough not to make a fuss other than to comment about how beautiful his friend looked.
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Guest » Sat Jun 27, 2009 11:04 am

Keth'ean's only problem for the last few weeks was to keep her head on her usual duties. The excitement often had her head in the clouds and resulted in far too many shattered items at Thrond's or sharp pecks from her mount, Garvin when she let her mind drift too long. She had promptly informed her immediate supervisor of the event and date, and arranged for time off while inviting the entire cavalry in her enthusiasm. She even shared the news with her best friend, Chase, and got him to agree to the unorthodox position of her 'maid' of honor.

During the following weeks, she had many MANY rude awakenings as her idea of a simple ceremony in the park got more elaborate by the day. Flowers? Easy.. park.. blooming done! Guests? Why everyone she knows was told... but wait... there was formal invitations that had to be written and sent, but that was done. Someone to officiate? Initially that caused some concern considering their differing religions. Keth'ean searched the city as best she could for a representative of Aerdrie Faenya without any luck, and she didn't wish to offend the Ilmaterians.. but honestly? A wedding done by that dismal bunch ... she shuddered to think of it. At least /her/ priest was cheerful! Once that was put aside there was only one choice, and she was thrilled to hear that Sir Shiny had accepted the post.

Food was the next big concern, how to feed an unknown number of people at an open setting? Evander quickly had the answer for that, as his 'dreary' co-clergy would relish a chance to serve with summoned feasts to satiate the starving. Done!

She even managed to arrange for a few days at an estate with none other than Lord Macallen Thorp himself. Everything was coming together nicely.

One other frequent question she evaded though, was her attire, to whit she replied simply "I'm wearing my dress uniform..." which got lots of odd looks and a few protests. Suggestions that she may want to consider a gown, were nervously laughed off, and she would make excuses to get out of shopping for any such thing, so the morning of the event, found her arriving in her own glistening glassteel with her Rider's gear spotless and her usual feathery hair adornments.

This brought about many raised eyebrows from the crew already arrived to prepare, and before she could blink, wives of her comrades and not a few Ilmater Sisters managed to surround her and whisk her off to the specially prepared Bridal tent where she succombed to a drastic, if not entirely complete, makeover.

While she was thusly sequestered, a cry arose from those preparing for the ceremony, and all eyes went skyward, as a horse sized bird flew into view. The alarm brought her out of the tent momentarily in time to see her beloved direhawk Gwalchgwyn
arrive with a dishevelled and gangly older man astride. After announcing from above that he meant no harm, he manages to find a safe landing spot, as Keth'ean shrieks with glee and dashes off, partially made-over towards him, throwing her arms around the man in a welcoming hug. Folk would quickly gather that this was the elusive "Pap" who had presumably been missing for over a year. He'd greet her accordingly and only after sending Gwalchgwyn off to find a safe perch would he allow himself to be tugged into the tent for a brief reunion. Some time passes before he is seen leaving the pavillion and heading to the nearest bath house to prepare himself.

Upon his return shortly before the ceremony was to start, he would insist upon speaking with Talinor and Evander, introducing himself and making some general excuse for his absence and late arrival, then sit back and wait to play this latest roll in his daughter's life.

The beehive of activity at the Bridal tent continues, as various messengers rush in and out all morning long, fetching this, hunting that, and when she finally emerges for the ceremony it is a far different looking half elf that appears. Chase, being male, was sadly (or gladly!?) excluded from much of this, instead pacing about the tent door or sent to fetch things himself. Keth'ean steps out still wearing the shimmery chainshirt of glassteel in a clearly hard fought battle to keep, but with out her riding breeches. In place of the leather pants she had a long flowing sky blue skirt which she constantly trips over; and under the armor an equally gauzy matching long sleeves that flutter as she moves ( NOTE: chainshirt replaces the red bodice ). She wears her cavalry clasp to hold a royal blue silken cloak over her shoulders. Gone were the weapons and the sword belt was replaced by a belt of silver rings which lay at her hips. Her hair was pulled back and fell to her shoulders in careful curls, Mother's feather hanging on one side and a shoulder length veil was pinned back... she refused to have it cover her face, how could she see everyone!! She carried a small nosegay of a rainbow of flowers.

Chase would whistle and grin like a good friend would at the transformation and tease her lightly then offer his arm to escort her to her father. They would wait until the proper time, Chase advancing ahead, and Keth'ean fidgetted with her gown and accoutrements with excitement and anxiety.

When finally the time comes, she takes Pap's arm and is led to the aisle. She would spy Evander waiting, and suddenly all the nerves just didn't matter. She grins at him, eyes sparkling with glee and strides forwards practically oblivious to the crowds. She stumbles over the long gown twice though, and in desperation with her bouquet hand, grabs a large handful of fabric to free her feet, unfortunately revealing one other thing she refused to give on, her riding boots. She arrives at Evander's side, and grins foolishly through all the exchanges as Pap hands her over to Talinor and Evander.

Later, she will realize that she honestly heard very little that was said that day, her heart and mind so focused, and in such a daze, that much of it was simply too surreal. As the standard 'will yous' and 'have yous' are exchanged, she giggles now and then for no reason, and when finally they share their own, she will speak with a great depth of emotion, placing the braided silver ring upon his hand, and will listen to every word as he repeats his in turn.

You cannot possess me for I belong to myself.
But while we both wish it, I give you that which is mine to give.
You cannot command me for I am a free person.
I pledge to you that it will be your eyes into which I smile every morning.
I pledge to you my living and my dying, each equally in your care.
I shall be a shield for your back, and you for mine.
I shall not slander you, nor you me.
I shall honour you above all others, and when we quarrel, we shall do so in private and tell no strangers our grievances.
This is my wedding vow to you.
This is the marriage of equals.

She will gladly kiss him with little coaxing at the proper time, and when Talinor finally decrees them wed, she can't resist the urge to fling her arms around Evander's neck and hug him tightly, kissing a few more times before facing the guests with red cheeks and blurry, joy filled eyes.

The rest of the day (whatever is not RPed) will continue to be a blur as she floats and laughs and is happier than a girl deserves to be.

Re: Wedding Day

Postby Talinor » Sat Jun 27, 2009 5:10 pm

*Finally it was time, and the priest known to many as Tal stepped forward to the mark in between, and just forward of the bleachers of the choirs. His steps were precise and measured, but he was all smiles, his wild blond hair floating in the wind. The bangs of it kept out of his eyes by a silver-ish looking circlet. He wore a sparkling silversilk long robe of white, highlighted by gold and silver. He also wore his holy symbol, which was hanging from a chain on his neck and resting on his chest. Reaching the mark, he took a couple of steps up into seemingly the air, and smiled brightly. His voice spoke, strong and friendly…but seemingly able to be heard by all in the magic of performance of those used to giving sermons and the like*

“Arise my friends, my family….I am Dawnlord Talinor Summersblaze of Lathander, and it is my great honor to precide over and welcome you to this wedding of Kethean Kincade and Brother Evander Matthias Hawk of Ilmater….”

“So, I say arise, for behold the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
The flowers have already appeared in the land;
The time has arrived for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the songbirds have been heard in our lands.
The trees are ripening their bounty,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.
Arise, my friends, my family… for here comes the bride and groom.”

*It was then that Evander was brought forward, and soon after...the wonderous sounds of a marvelous clear trumpet was heard being played. It was at that signal that Kethean was brought forward by Chase, and then by her father…*

((part of the above was modified from the Song of Solomon 2:10-13))
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Kemian » Sat Jun 27, 2009 5:23 pm

Evander looked remarkably calm all things considered. He was wearing the fine Glass Steel Banded Mail armor that Kethean had made for him as a wedding gift. He was wearing his holy symbol and finely made tunic, boots and accoutrements that went with formal dress. His hair was neatly pulled back into a pony tail and he had a serene smile for all of the guests. The arrival of Kethean's Father pleased him greatly. A long time friend Ethan Adarbrent Paladin of Tyr stood next to Evander as his best man.
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Talinor » Sat Jun 27, 2009 5:35 pm

*When the bride and groom were together before him, Tal grabbed hold of his holy symbol and chanted to the MorningLord… He chanted, once..twice…and smiled to his friends*
“Come, step upon the breath of Lathander so we might let all see you.”
*He holds out his hands, and guides them to step upon the air like climbing steps, until they were a good 15 feet off the ground. Talinor then took a few steps down and away, letting all eyes be on the bride and groom as he paused once more. The music from the mysterious trumpet of which no source was found, changed into a different more airy, and for those that could tell more of an elven song.

Up above, griffon riders flew in at the signal, escorting a flock behind them. They flew in and swooped up rising again to the sky. However what, or more to the point, whom they escorted landed. Winged elves from Kethean’s mother’s clan landed, and sat down to enjoy the ceremony.

Tal waited a bit more for everyone to get settled, and then continued… his voice raising up again. As he spoke, small petals from flowers began to fall slowly on those gathered, a gift from the griffon riders who flew above in formations.*

“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror it’s ebb. We are afraid it will never return, that darkness shall rule on without the return of dawn. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in self renewal, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern….” *It was then that the formations of the griffon riders above stopped, and the music from the mysterious trumpet changed again*

“The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the sea, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides of the world around us.”

“But ultimately there comes a moment when a decision must be made. Ultimately two people who love each other must ask themselves how much they hope for as their love grows and depends, and how much risk they are willing to take…. It is indeed a fearful gamble…Because it is the nature of love to create, a marriage itself is something which has to be created, so that, together we become a new creature walking in a brand new life under the light of day.

To marry is the biggest risk in human and elven relations that one can take…If we commit ourselves to one person for life this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession, but participation…It takes a lifetime to learn another person…When love is not possession, but participation, then it is part of that co-creation which is our human and elven calling, and which implies such a risk is often rejected….

But before us we have two that are not afraid of this risk, who stand before the gods of their forefathers and mothers, their friends and family. And forever step forward into a brand new life together. May the light and warmth of this moment stay with you always. The darkness may come, evils of the world may threaten, but together you will always have the love and each other to hold until the dawning of the new day.”

*The sounds of the trumpet stops, and from out of the sun above the sound of wings, until a figure can be seen; a shining being with white feathered wings, and a long trumpet of silver. An archon for the forces of good… he swoops down and holds his hand out with a smile… in his hands are the two rings for the couple to now exchange. He whispers a small blessing, and then flies up back into the sky*

((parts of the above modified from "gift from the sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, and "the irrational season" by Madeleine L'Engle))
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Guest » Sat Jun 27, 2009 5:52 pm

Keth'ean's daze would lift as the griffons descended.. and she would actually hop and clap with glee with the arrival of foreign friends and kin, waving and greeting them quickly, pointing out who is who in whisper to Evander.

She would watch the archon descend and timidly take the proffered rings, with a curtsey of sorts, thanking him and grinning at Evander and Talinor as she clutched hers for use later.

Tal's words would melt into her thoughts, and she would mull them over for years to come, and nod energetically with most of it.. but mostly she cling to Evander's hand and grinned til her cheeks hurt.

Re: Wedding Day

Postby Talinor » Sat Jun 27, 2009 5:59 pm

*Tal smiles, a bystander as all the others were, watching as the vows and rings were exchanged.*
"Vows exchanged, two lives become one... as long as the dawn comes to break the darkness with each new day...and perhaps even longer... I'm proud to declare you husband and wife."

*He pauses once more, as a priest from Evander's temple, and even a priest from among the winged elves steps forward to give the blessings of their own gods...*

*Tal smiles once the blessings were completed, and slowly lead them down out of the sky, and yelled loudly*
"Friends and family....may I be the first to introduce you to Kethean and Evander Hawk."

*And then he gave a small nod toward the blue skinned elf nearby*

*And the chorus began to sing once more...*
Love ruled the day when the angels came to meet,
Sweeping them up and off their feet
Neither of them knowing what the future would bring
Two hearts together and one silver ring
Today it’s a promise so sweet and so pure
Together forever for love shall endure

A blessing from above, this story is told
A love to last a lifetime and a hand to hold
It was no accident that this came to be
Now you must realize that it really makes three
So go hand in hand to a future unknown
Know that together you are never alone

With the angels still near and dear to the heart
This couple shall prosper and never grow apart
For its not always the eye that is the first to see
What really matters in life and what is meant to be
So remember that to love is time well spent
And what brought you together was heaven sent.

((above by Cheyenne Cole, thanks Bex))

*And Tal stays were he is as the happy couple makes their way through their friends and family*
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Guest » Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:29 pm

With the pronouncement, and the presentation, Keth'ean would cling to Evander's arm as they are paraded around, thanking everyone repeatedly, giddy as all get out. She'd hug her father again and try to get him introduced to everyone, and would be sure to give Talinor a kiss on the cheek for the surprices as she also pays respect to the Aerdrie Faenya clergy as well as Elder Perenold and the other Ilmaters.

Re: Wedding Day

Postby Failbhe » Sat Jun 27, 2009 6:55 pm

Upon the appointed sign, the blue tinged sun elf glided forward. He skimmed upwards to a full fifty feet above the crowd. He is dressed in burgundy colored suit and with a glowing golden silk shirt that seems perfectly tailored to his new form. A silky black cloak flows toward his feet, collecting on some invisible platform on which he stands. Something about the cloak causes it to shimmer so that the eye wants to slide off it as though it were devouring the light around it. Even at the wedding, he wears a single greenish metal hilted blade at his hip.

Fios turns toward the new couple, bowing. "I am not one for flowery words so, this is what I offer as a blessing to you both." He pauses a moment and begins to gesture.

Suddenly a tiny bead of fire flies from from him to expand into a ball no more than a hand's breadth from him. Heat and flickering light of the flames burst forth followed by the telltale cacophony of a fireball exploding. As the light of the fire flickers out, a blue bead expands in the other direction in a ball of liquid electricity. The elf's hair stands on end as the electricity flows over his form. The fire and electrical display continue an alternation of one after the other for over a minute.

A final bead shoots up out of his hand a foot above his head. This bead is pale white, it expands and expands in a powdery white ball of piercing cold ice and snow. As the ball reaches its full extent, the ice and snow shatters into a spring time of flowing flower petals. A rainbow of colored petals rain down, carried gently on the air. The petals disapate as they are about to touch the heads of the crowd below.

"This is as flowery as I can do my friends." The sun elf's lips curl at the corners and shimmers as he disappears from sight.
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Failbhe » Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:02 pm

Macallan arrives in silence.

He is dressed in a black doublet and tights, a silk jacket of a slightly deeper black. Boots, gloves and jacket, are all put in place to be exactly the right tone for one still in mourning.

He settles quietly in the last row of the bride's side. He watches the goings on with a detached expression. Even the explosions and florals leave him with a sour expression.
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Kemian » Sat Jun 27, 2009 7:16 pm

Evander was reserved during the ceremony but was all smiles afterward, Eagerly cheering Fios's entertainment as well as enthusiastically thanking everyone he came in contact with. His fellow clergy saw to a grand feast for all the guests. There was music and dancing in the tents afterward.
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Re: Wedding Day

Postby Jiriki » Tue Jun 30, 2009 3:23 am

Chase Xentar....

Ofcourse, he'd have agreed anyhow. - The making her persuade him though and try to cajole him into being her 'maid of honor' was all part of the plan. With his laughing blue eyes twinkling in mischief and for certain that he was 'winding her up' was the best part. But ofcourse, he had to relent... he had to sigh melodramatically and nod after appearing to be brow beaten into submission.. But only ofcourse if he was allowed to get increasingly more and more inebriated throughout the evening.. That was the crucial part.. that was the bit that had to be arranged. So he too had been putting his extra flight hours in, working over time to make up for the day's loss and training new flights.

Then in his time off, arranging the practise runs for the Griffon riders that would be Ketheans display teams for her wedding day. All this done behind Keth's back was with stealth and a cunning determination. TO make this all work with skill would mean more extra hours, on the ground practise for the riders so they would know each motion with a second nature, so as to put on a perfected display that would not let his 'little sister' down. The Griffons also taking part on the ground with their advice imparted to the riders took not as long as initially thought. But they also had to arrange for the armorers to be able to make ceremonial armory cleansed with the special acids that would cut through blemishes and the tiny traces of grease, finally it was done. Finally it was only Chase's armor that needed to be cleansed - complete with his own coat of arms emblazoned and set- the words - EGO sum Promptus meaning I am ready - made perfect. That took him hours. Long into the night before the wedding he worked so hard to make it all perfect. Missives to the Ilmateri were sent, his own prior knowledge of the 'weaker' sex was called upon for this. He even pulled in the favors that he'd made recently to arrange for the bride to have NO choice in her garb. She was to be the star of the show and nothing was going to get in the way of that. He'd roll his eyes again dramatically and then run off with impish glee at his instructions, happening to have already alerted his mothers dressmakers and flower organisers in advance.

And thus it was, the feirce fighter, Chase Xentar - Griffon Rider, was seen leading Kethean down the isle infront of her and her father, then grinning lewdly and making silent jestures behind her back.. acting all serious while she looked ofcourse. Him? Reverence? No.. thats for the time of his death.. until then, he'd take the piss, enjoy life and the thrill of the Chase. Perhaps his mother had that tiny peice of insight before the time of his birth and named him Chase for that reason.

Later that evening, Chase Xentar could be seen drinking, chatting up ladies.. fooling around with the rest of his flight as young single men are want to do, before finally vanishing with a young lady.. a beautiful lady none the less... later that evening, he's happily escorted back to the compounds of his family home.. somewhat enebriated, as was his original intention.


She arrived as she had said she would, early, before the dawn to aid Talinor in his work for Keth and Evander. She worked tirelessly behind the scenes all the time, until the ceremony, when she's found on Berenind's arm bare footed and wearing the same backless almost gravity defying dress she'd worn for the festival day recently in soft greys, smiling and stroking his arm lightly. Then, once again, she's off behind the scene's working again, ensuring that food is put on the correct tables, that drinks are prepared and organised in time.. that servings are set up as required and finally dancing with Berenind long into the night, one night of bliss in a night of many nights of endless searching.


Definition of time off for good behaviour.. = piss up without child.. Rauvin being home long enough for once for HIM to be incharge of the child... and so, she's going to drink.. take the piss out of Evander and make suggestions on how to make his pretty bride subservient for the night. Also, speaking with the bride, adding her own insights in how to make men willingly wrap themselves round your finger... her own clothing was simple, more military than would be normally expected at a wedding. No dress, none of the fancy girlie things that the other women would be wearing. She's a militia born and bred. Azure blue shirt - with badges - Lion Azure, -Just Nec Timide - meaning, equity and not fainthearted - sewn on the shoulder and high up on her left breast, that shows off her proud bearing half elf skin, her chainmail rising over the top of it specially soused in the lightly poured acids for cleansing purposes so that it gleamed and shone like some thousands of stars. The chainmail choker at her throat also cleansed, then rinsed, her hands covered in soft dyed skins to hide her scars. But her face, this is scrubbed clean, her scars staring out oddly whiter than usual against her tanned skin on her cheek bones. Looking so much more like the barbarian race she proudly has inherited from her unknown fathers side. There's an acknowledgment to that also, a shorter version of Rauvins greatsword, chased in beautiful elven script is peacebound and strapped to her back. She behaves well througout the ceremony, not making any comments, not being rude or disruptive. But spending time shared between Rauvin and Macallan. Eyes restlessly moving throughout the crowd when those others have their eyes staring up at the skies. Rauvin himself would have been forced to carry only his Greatsword in evidence. A white shirt being the only acknowledgment to the 'herdlanders' ways.

Then, when she's had more than enough alcohol to sink a battleship, she's going to make her own lewd suggestions to Rauvin.. and take care that its not in public ofcourse. Cos she's not that erm... open?


What can be said of the Hin at Talia's side? He arrives with Talia, remaining flawlessly at her side. He doesn't fidget too much when in the crowds, but occasionally pulls at the collar of his shirt, as if attempting to prevent being choked. His hands uncovered, he picks slightly at roughened skin when being spoken to. Taking time to answer, speaking quietly and his eyes searching for Talia to answer anything too personal. He dances well with Talia though. Enjoying her company far more than anyone elses. Chewing at his fingernails slightly and only managing to stop doing that he'd be more likely to thrust his hands into his pockets or behind his back where he'd rock slightly on his bare feet, refusing to wear shoes or boots even though he'd probably be nagged endlessly prior to this. Splinters in his hands would be picked at, poked, pulled out.. but all in all, smiles.. endless toothy happy smiles. None wider than when he's with Talia.
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