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The Wedding of Galain Alcarin and An'Thaya D'riel
Six hundred years after they were forced apart,the Elen Prince and the Amazon have found one another again. Their bond renewed and their love stronger then ever, the time has come for something more...
When he dragged himself away he spoke quickly, unable to trust himself. He was sure he’d stop breathing.
“Marry me. Marry me in the way of your people.”
A joining of heart and soul, their pledge to one another...
"Yes...I'll marry you," her voice was unusually soft, and her eyes were welling up with tears yet again.
This time is forever....
The small clearing known as the Fae Circle was alive with bustleing activity. Several Amazons in white robes were directing small Fae in the hanging of rose, orchid and ivy garlands while the little creatures filled the air with music, their small voices like windchimes on the warm breeze.
In the northern most part of the circle an elven elder from S'hea was preparing the alter, and by the looks of it he was about to start preparing the rite for marking out the circle of magic itself.
All about the clearing was the scent of fresh herbs, witchgrass, willow, violet, thyme, saffron and sage. All meant to bring health, happiness, love, wisdom, prosperity and fertility among other things, to the happy couple.
He somehow managed to arrive at the circle first, just as the Elder was finishing the circle. Galain stopped short and eyed everyone who moved around him and wished there was a place he could sit. He didn’t see anything and so remained standing uncertainly, wondering if the few who’d been invited would show or not. It was all right if they didn’t, but he still hoped.
He looked down at himself and wondered how more inappropriate a color white could be for himself. He had to chuckle though as he wiped an imaginary bit of hair off his trouser leg. He’d found the loose white shirt and trousers laid out for him this morning and guessed they were his wedding apparel. He had wondered where the footwear was, but when he didn’t find any had shrugged and gone barefoot. This was a ceremony based on his bondmate’s laws and this was apparently part of it. He slouched slightly and felt awkward for a moment, absently batting a fae away and studiously ignoring the smiles on the robed Amazons’ faces.
He looked up and straightened only when he felt the familiar presence of sister and managed a smile for both she and Anelain when they appeared.
Well of course she was here. Summerlin wouldn't have missed this for the world or the universe. She came dressed in the typical dress of her people, loose, flowing gossamer fabric draping her slender frame in a cloud of filmy iridescence. She'd given Anelain a similar dress in honor of today and then they'd dressed each other's hair, talking and joking as they'd done so. Now they stood to one side of the circle and eyed the groom, both smiling mischievously as they sensed his nervousness.
"This should be fun to watch, niece," Summerlin said, laughter lacing her words as they both moved toward the circle.
Anelain giggled softly while trying to avoid catching her dress on any of the shrubs and such. "Did you want to lay bets on who bolts first?" At first she thought her money was on her Atto, the fact that he had even popped the question was a huge suprise. After carefull thought, however, she decided to put her money on her Amil. An'Thaya was hot headed, tempermental.. and well, she was an Amazon.
She paused in her anaylisis and put her money back on Atto. From the little list she had just cranked out in her head Galain had plenty of reason to run. "Oh my goodness, hes dressed in white... and where are his boots?" She didn't mention the tiny fae that was quietly stalking the Groom.... was that twine? The young mage shook her head and blinked, she had to have been imagining things.
B'rodyn smiled down at Tessa, bending to kiss her softly before they started off towards the Circle. He cleared the way for her, holding aside branches and foliage that would have caught her dress. They had forgone rich trappings for the ceremony, wearing simpler clothing for the occassion. Each wore a simple circlet set with a single emerald as a mark of their status, but nothing further.
The S'hea elf grinned at Galain as they emerged from the woods and moved on into the circle. Both automatically stood to the side, forming part of the circle themselves, as had the Amazons and Elen before them.
Y'roden was rather amused, and eager to see his sister again. He was absolutly amazed that this was actually happening, and if truth be told he rather liked the thought of Galain as a brother-in-law. Much as he would deny it if questioned.
"Theres the Circle," he pointed ahead and looked back at his parents, "Look, the wandering elf is actually there too."
Se'leine laughed softly, and Derwin cuffed his son gently on the side of the head. "Of course hes there," he scolded, "He may be a bit flippant sometimes, but not where your sister is concerned." The King of Corin ran a hand through his fire red hair and grinned, shaking his head. His little girl was marrying the man she loved more than life, he was happy for her, but feeling a bit of a loss at the same time.
"Oh look! Its Anelaine!," a very pleased Se'liene exclaimed. Gathering her skirts she livened her pace alittle. It wasn't often the D'riel clan managed to be in the same spot at the same time. She was happy to see her nephew there as well, and she winked at B'rodyn as she entered the circle.
First things first though, she zoned in on Galain, standing on tippy toe to pinch his cheek. "Hello sweetheart! Its been much to long." She added a kiss to the pinch and straightened his shirt for him. "You have always been such a good boy. Now, don't let your nerves bother you, my daughter loves you very much and there is nothing to worry about."
Apparently finished she fluttered off to stand between B'rodyn and Anelain. Derwin and Y'roden followed close behind her, both chuckling under their breath and grinning madly at Galain. Nothing like the Mother of the Bride to get things going.
B’rodyn and Tessa were a welcome sight and Galain managed a grin back at the S’hea elf. They had a hell of a history between the three of them, but time had worn away that history to memories that one could wince over but not be buried by. He gave Anelain the eye when she looked at his feet and then he shrugged and mouthed, “At least I’m not pregnant!” which earned him a scandalized look. He just grinned.
Then Y’roden, Se’leine and Derwin arrived and Galain eyed the royal trio curiously. He had the feeling Y’roden was taking bets on who would run here first. The Elen prince was bound and determined to remain sober and present at this particular wedding. Hell, he’d done it for the wedding of his son, Chase, the least he could do was remain the same for his own wedding. If he recalled rightly he might even have been sober for Shadow’s wedding… this was a good sign, yes?
And then suddenly he was being attacked, Delanna-style, by Se’leine and he blinked as he was pinched and kissed, then straightened out by the woman. He gaped at her. He’d always been a good boy? How’d she know about his nerves? Should he be worrying? He stared questioningly over at Derwin and Y’roden and then snorted.
Okay. Everyone but a few were here so where was the bride?
The Changeling stepped through a portal and looked around, then turned to face it again. "Hurry up, it looks like they've already started!" A little ferret head poked out of his hair, and Richard squeaked in agreement.
Chez turned around again and grinned at Galain, "Hey there! Congrats!" He personally thought the Elen looked pretty good in all white, but he wasn't about to say so.
Chez and even Richard the ferret were a very welcome addition to the day's events and Galain flashed yet another grin, this time to a good friend. Unconsciously his hands gripped the edge of his shirt, wrenching it askew accidentally as he grew more nervous.
Gods. He so hated waiting.
Mysti smiled at Galain's nervous appearance as she shimmered in almost on top of the Changeling. With a smile, she smoothed her sky blue dress and long brown hair as she walked over to the groom and smiled. Her armband glowed warmly, letting her know that Thaya would be out before much longer. She hugged the Elen Prince and smiled softly. "Thaisce, relax. All will be well." With her whispered words, she stepped back into the circles the others were forming and waited for An'Thaya to make her appearance.
All will be well, right. Yes. All will be well, Galain kept repeating the mantra over and over, having hugged Mysti tightly before she too joined the circle. His own tattoo was tingling and oddly, the one that filled the hollow of his left hip tingled as well.
Of course that left him hopelessly grinning like a loon...
The elder was invoking the elements, slowly walking to each direction and calling out his invocation. Those that were sensitive to such things could feel the magic starting to crackle in the air.
A small flock of fea flew up from the trees, carrying a circlet of flowers that they set on the Grooms head amid a riot of giggles. One brave little winged one fluttered right up to Galain's face and kissed him on the nose before darting off again.
The elder had finished, and had opened a door in the circle for the few guests that had not yet entered the cirlce.... and the bride herself.
And where was the bride?
Well, she was ready, but in the middle of a panic attack. Several Amazons were attempting to calm her, and finally got her moving towards the circle and her husband to be.
His tattoo glowed and pulsed beneath the shirt and the Elen found himself turning. He’d grown worried, wondering if he’d need to hunt his own betrothed down. He blinked when the circlet of flowers fell onto his brow and one little fae kissed his nose. The petal of a daisy fell across one eye and the elf adjusted it, feeling rather the fool for a moment. But there she was.
In white.
Like himself.
My gods.
The Amazon paused just outside the circle, her eyes a little wide, but defiantly appreciating the sight of her Sy'rish. He looked absolutely edible in white, and the crooked wreath of flowers on his head was rather endearing.
An'Thaya wore a matching wreath on her brow, and her dress was a plain white shift like number, cinched in at the waist with a rope made of ivy. Her feet were as bare as Galain's, it was an Elven belief that being in contact with the earth made them one with it. Magic channeled up through their bodies from the land, giving them its strength and good fortune.
Taking a deep breath she willed her heart to stop beating in such a mad cadence... This was the elf she loved more than anything, the man she wanted to spend every moment with from here to eternity... to bear his children, fight by his side... to be called his and his alone.
With a nervous smile she stepped into the magic dome, the power in the ground plunging through her like a bolt of electricity. There was no going back... two lives would become one on this day.
Galain hadn't tapped into An'Thaya's thoughts. The look on his face was enough to set him afire and he tried unsuccessfully to straighten the circlet of flowers. It just got worse, with one orchid falling out into his hands.
Whoopsie.
He juggled the orchid a moment or two before he stuffed it back into the circlet somehow, causing a shower of petals around his head. He heard a few fae gasp indignantly and he rolled his eyes at them, shrugging simultaneously. It wasn't like he could help it. Gods...
Oh gods. Here she was. Standing by his side. Galain tried to breath and hiccupped instead. Awk! He held his breath desperately as he caught her scent and his eyes widened.
An'Thaya laughed softly, brushing a petal of her Sy'rish's face. She studied his face for a few moments before turning to look at the Elder of S'hea. It was rather hard to breathe for a moment, and she hoped that Galain's hiccups didn't last for long.
The Elder looked around the circle, noting that most everyone was here now. It was time to begin, the last few guests were filing in quietly, and there was no fear os disturbing the magic of the moment. With a smile for the couple he began.
"We have come together here in celebration of the joining together of An'Thaya and Galain. There are many things to say about marriage. Much wisdom concerning the joining together of two souls has come our way through all paths of belief and from many cultures. With each union, more knowledge is gained and more wisdom gathered. Though we are unable to give all this knowledge to these two who stand before us, we can hope to leave with them the knowledge of love and its strengths and the anticipation of the wisdom that comes with time. The law of life is love unto all beings. Without love, life is nothing, without love, death has no redemption. Love is anterior to Life, posterior to Death, initial of Creation and the exponent of Earth. If we learn no more in life, let it be this.
Marriage is a bond to be entered into only after considerable thought and reflection. As with any aspect of life, it has its cycles, its ups and its downs, its trials and its triumphs. With full understanding of this, Galain and An'Thaya have come here today to be joined as one in marriage."
Joined as one in marriage! It had begun! Galain swallowed his hiccups, stifled a belch and gazed shakily at the Elder who spoke. He had the uncontrollable urge to yell wildly and run for the hills and practically shook right then and there as he fought the urge. He focused himself by staring down at the woman he was marrying and took in every tiny detail of her. When her emerald eyes found his sea-greens for a moment he was sure his knees would buckle.
"Gerrrngh," he suddenly said before he blushed profusely. Somehow he was certain that wasn't in the script.
An'Thaya fought the urge to burst out into hysterical laughter, leave it to Galain. Biting her lip she did her best, but she was still shaking with bottled up laughter when she turned her eyes back on to the Elder.
The Elder himself didn't fair to well, a very quiet snicker came out of him before he got himself under controll. B'rodyn was right.. the Elen were insane. Clearing his throat he continued.
"Others would ask, at this time, who gives the bride in marriage, but, as a woman is not property to be bought and sold, given and taken, I ask simply if she comes of her own will and if she has her family's blessing.
An'Thaya, is it true that you come of your own free will and accord?"
The Amazon paused to look up at Galain, a smile curving the edge of her lip. "Yes, it is true."
"With whom do you come and whose blessings accompany you?"
Derwin stepped forward from the circle, his brown eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and affection.
"She comes with me, her father, and is accompanied by all of her family's blessings."
The Elder nodded and turned his attention back to the couple, "Please join hands with your betrothed, let your words come from the heart on this the day of your joining." He looked at Galain expectanty, wondering if the elf would manage more than a 'Gerngh' this time.
Marion grinned and slid a bit closer to Chezlar as she watched the ceremony before them. Truth be told, she'd never thought to see this day, but then again the unexpected had a habit of creeping up on their group and tailgating for six or ten exits.
It was sorta cute though. And even the thieflet had enough reverence in her to not make wisecracks at the moment. This was too important for that.
Of course it would have been nice if she'd been able to find a sketch pad...
Oh gods, they wanted him to speak. They wanted him to speak intelligently even. Galain stared at the Elder, and then accidentally caught sight of Marion and immediately his brain exploded. It was that grin of course.
Frantically the elf shook his head, shut his eyes and reopened them onto An’Thaya’s upturned face. He squeezed her hand and then took a deep breath, somehow managing to rid himself of the blasted hiccups before he spoke.
“Love is a choice and I choose to love you. Love is a lot of things that includes patience, kindness and a cleaving to another, and I choose to cleave to you. I love you, An’Thaya.”
His tongue suddenly stuck to the roof of his mouth and he stared helplessly into the Amazon’s eyes for a moment.
“I want to live, love and laugh with you for as long as we are given the gift of Life.”
There. He hadn’t said “gerrngh” once.
By the time Galain finished the Amazon was wearing a rather stupid grin. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the Elder looking at her, and with a start she realized it was her turn to speak. Her expression grew serious and she kept her eyes locked on Galain's, if she had looked anywhere else she may have gone mute.
"In the time we have shared you and I have been bound in body, blood and soul. We have seen the depths of darkness, and the beauty of the ever lasting light. Second chances are few and far between, yet we have been blessed, why perhaps neither of us can say, but can only be grateful. You are my first, my last, my everything.... My soul is not complete without you, that lesson was the hardest to learn, for I have known the emptiness of being without your love, the longing and pain of seeing you, but not being able to hold you.... not being able to love you.
All the elements that make up the sum of me I give to you, life has taught me that promises are nearly impossible to keep. But hopes are always alive, and it is my hope that our love will live on for eternity, that we will always know the joy of one another. I do not bind your body to me alone, I have faith in your heart, and I give you the freedom to be who you are, for that is the greatest form of love."
The Amazon blushed and dropped her eyes from his for a moment. Her gaze flickered over to the smiling Elder, than back to Galain again.
Ohh… Galain suddenly wished he was more capable of saying the things that lay on his heart because An’Thaya had said everything that was lurking in that odd organ of his. He realized he was smiling the biggest smile possible. It was then that he realized the Elder was speaking again and he tilted his head to listen carefully, his heart beginning to beat rather rapidly.
“Above you are the stars, below you are the stones, as time doth pass, remember...
“Like a stone should your love be firm like a star should your love be constant. Let the powers of the mind and of the intellect guide you in your marriage, let the strength of your wills bind you together, let the power of love and desire make you happy, and the strength of your dedication make you inseparable. Be close, but not too close. Possess one another, yet be understanding. Have patience with one another, for storms will come, but they will pass quickly.
“Be free in giving affection and warmth. Have no fear and let not the ways of the unenlightened give you unease, for the Goddess is with you always.
“Galain, I have not the right to bind thee to An'Thaya, only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring in her hand.”
“It is my wish,” Galain said, his face had gone rather white - enough to compete with the whiteness of his clothes. But he meant the words and he reached inside his shirt for the tiny box that held the symbol of their final binding. He grinned rather foolishly when he found the thing and pulled it out.
“Geeerngh!” He suddenly let out a muffled sound as he realized he’d pulled out the wrong box:
Galain stared at the little trinket that was meant for himself and another part of his anatomy and turned crimson before he stuffed it hurriedly back into his shirt and pulled out the right box.
Okay, that was better. Galain breathed a sigh of relief and slipped the band onto ’Thaya’s finger and beamed at her.
An'Thaya had gazed rather curiously at Galain when he switched boxes, wondering exactly what he was up too. Suddenly the right ring was on her finger and she stood frozen for a moment, staring at the symbol of their marriage. She smiled up at Galain, and then the priest was saying something again.
"An'Thaya, I have not the right to bind thee to Galain, only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and place your ring in his hand."
The Amazon produced the ring that she had made especially for her Sy'rish over six hundred years ago.
"It is my wish," she said softly, placing the ring on Galain's finger.
They had slipped the rings on each other’s fingers and Galain was gaping down at his for several long moments when he felt a gentle pressure on his arm.
“Please repeat after me,” the Elder said with a hint of smile. Then he proceed to guide Galain in the ring vows, the elf stumbling after him as each word settled into his brain.
“I, Galain Alcarin, in the name of the spirit of the Gods that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, An'Thaya D'riel, to my hand, my heart and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire thee and be desired by thee, to possess thee and be possessed by thee without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people and thy ways as I respect myself.”
“I mean that too,” he whispered confidentially to An’Thaya.
An'Thaya nearly glowed as she smiled up at her mate, nearly missing the words when the Elder spoke. She looked up at the S'hea elf, blinked for a moment, then looked back up at Galain as she repeated the words the Elder need not have spoken. They had been engrained in her mind when Galain spoke them.
"I, An'Thaya D'riel, in the name of the spirit of the Gods that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that resides within my heart, take thee, Galain Alcarin, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit to be my chosen one. To desire and be desired by thee, to possess thee and be possessed by thee without sin or shame, for naught can exist in the purity of my love for thee. I promise to love thee wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change thee in any way. I shall respect thee, thy beliefs, thy people and thy ways as I respect myself."
The amazon brushed away a tear, her cheeks coloring again as she turned her head to watch the Elder reach for the Sacred Chalice.
Galain brightened when the chalice was picked up. Alcohol! All righty! And look! Bread! Food! Of course those were his surface thoughts, the rest was lurking just beneath and he very solemnly took the chalice and held it as the Elder said,
“May you drink your fill from the cup of love.”
Then ’Thaya took the chalice and held it for Galain who sipped from it as well before it was returned to the Elder who then proffered a plate of bread. Galain stared at it a moment before he realized he was supposed to feed his bride and she feed him. He immediately gave her a piece, grinning when he realized it was just a bit too big. Yes, he had the sudden urge to give the Amazon chipmunk cheeks, but sanity prevailed for once and he made the piece smaller.
“Nuuuummmy,” he mouthed at her, then winked.
An'Thaya winked at Galain and finished chewing as she popped a piece of bread in his mouth as well. She smirked slightly when he nearly choked, keeping her eyes locked with his as the Elder took her hand and placed it in that of her Syr'ish.
A small garland of ivy and orchids was wound lightly around their wrists before the elder held his hand just above their hands. "Man-entie." A soft glow lit up his palm, extending to the garland that shimmered softly, then seemed to seep into their skin until it was gone.
A warmth crept up An'Thaya's arm, spreading through her body like wildfire as the magic took possession of her. She gasped softly, her hand tightening on Galain's as the Elder spoke once more.
"By the power vested in me by the Gods and the Kingdoms of Whispin, I now pronounce you Verno' and Vesse. May your love so endure that its flame remains a guiding light unto you."
Withdrawing his hand the Elder looked at Galain, a rather wild grin on his face, "Galain, you may kiss your Indis."
Oh my gods. They'd done it. Galain wondered a bit at the warmth in his wrist before he turned from the Elder to An'Thaya, gazed at her for one dazed moment and then he bent slightly and claimed his bride with his lips.
He didn't have to stop kissing her did he? He hoped not. He deepened the kiss and took his time, a chortle escaping him.
The Elders words were repeating over and over in An'Thaya's mind even as Galain's lips met hers. Everything went alittle blank at that moment, she forgot what she was thinking... she forgot that there were other people in the circle.... she quite forgot that other people existed in general. Wrapping her arms around his neck she returned to kiss, his chuckle bringing a little leap to her heart.
Gods.. she was actually his wife....
An'Thaya D'riel Alcarin?
Oooo, she'd have to put some thought into that one...
Well. Nobody was stopping him, so Galain really got into this kiss, tickling 'Thaya's soul along their bond before eventually he decided they both might need to breathe. When he released her his head swam slightly and he looked around.
"That didn't hurt after all," he blurted, then turned bright red.
Y'roden snickered aloud as the circle began to disperse, leave it to the Elen. He lingered behind his parents as they went to congratulate the Bride and Groom.
Se'liene was first, kissing her daughter, then pulling a golden circlet from the folds of her gown she moved the garland of flowers on his head for a moment to place it on his brow.
"Welcome to the family Utinu," she kissed him on the cheek and smiled up at him, "Treat my daughter well."
Derwin reached forward to shake Galains hand, a rougish grin crossing his chiseled human features, "He'd better." Winking at his knew son-in-law he laughed, "Welcome to the family."
Behind him Y'roden was grinning maniacally, "Toror' en amin, Mae govannen."
Galain was cautiously touching the crown when he was told to treat An’Thaya well. He swallowed and smiled at both Se’leine and Derwin and nodded.
“I will. I’d thought I’d lost her before. I’ll be damned and dead if that happens again.” Ah, one somber note, but an important one. He raised one eyebrow at Y’roden and decided right then and there he needed to drink his brother-in-law under the table and then pound him good.
The thought of Y'roden and Galain spending any more time together than was absolutely necessary didn't strike An'Thaya as a good idea. Given the chance they would probably be two peas in a pod... and who would want two of either one of them really?
"I can take care of myself," she chastised her parents, hugging them both as they prepared to leave. "But thank you for the sentiment." Well.. ok, it was true that Galain had saved her life on a few occasions.... "And you just behave," she said as an after thought to her big brother.
Turning back to look up at Galain she touched the small emerald dragon in the center of the circlet, "Well, neato, they tailored it to who you are."
Galain bent and kissed his bride and chuckled.
"It doesn't even give me a headache -- which is a very good thing." He gazed at her a moment.
"Where we going for a honeymoon?" He asked. He hadn't really thought about that...
An'Thaya blinked slowly and stared at him, "Honeymoon? I have no idea..." Apparently she had put as much thought into it as he had. She paused to wave at B'rodyn and Tessa who were stealthily sneaking out of the circle. Knowing there was a waterfall nearby the Amazon had a good idea as too why.
"Come back to S'hea soon!," B'rodyn called back over his shoulder, "I'll make sure the wine kegs are locked up this time!"
He failed to mention he would be locking up the armory as well.
Mysti had stood off the side, waiting until An'Thaya and Galain had had their time with her family. She smiled when she heard them wonder about their honeymoon though. That was the one thing she'd figured they'd forget and that she had remembered. She walked up to the newlyweds and hugged them both. "Mochara, Thaisce, congratulations. I know you will be very happy... And I also have a little gift for you..." With a smile, she handed them a small globe, swirling with colors. "When you think of somewhere you would like to be for your honeymoon, just hold the globe and say the place. You'll be there in an instant, with all needs taken care of. Including a small staff to prepare food and clean up and such." With those words, the abjurer shimmered, lightly touching both minds, and vanished.
Summerlin finally stepped forward. Yes, she'd been watching the byplay of family and the sweet generosity of Mysti and now she ran a hand down her brother's cheek before she kissed him and then his bride, giving them both a sisterly hug that told them how quietly pleased she was.
"Use that gift well, make sure it's someplace unforgettable," she told the two. She pressed two memory cubes into their hands -- small treasures of Elen magic.
"And take lots of pictures," she said with a wink before she moved on and waited for Anelain to catch up.
This was the sort of wedding Galain could like. It had been short, heartfelt and best of all, there was no reception to sweat through. He'd smiled softly when Mysti had touched their minds, then examined the globe carefully before Summerlin greeted them and wished them well. He hugged his sister, exceedingly glad she'd come.
Then he was staring at the globe again.
"Melda. I want to go someplace with all the amenities, but where the only folks we do run into will be this staff that Mysti has provided. I want to go somplace we've never been. A place with beaches, mountains, forests and you." He winked at her and wondered if the globe could handle such an order.
Anelain came to stand in front of her parents, a smile plastered on her face that would not be wiped off anytime soon. "I'm so proud of you both," she giggled as she hugged An'Thaya, "Neither of you ran for the hills. Congratulations Amil." She moved to hug Galain, squeezing him within an inch of his life, "Congratulations Atto." She kissed him on the cheek, gave him a wink, and followed Summerlin out of the circle.
Dragging one ferret and one wife behind him Chez made his way up to the happy couple. "The Fates Blessings," he smiled, "This is one part of destiny I enjoy watching come into being."
There were some things even this elf refused to miss...but sometimes things got out of hand and in the way. So, it was a quiet Shadow who stood in the back and away from everyone else, smiling. Her father had actually gotten married, and she had missed it...or rather most of it, and she felt terrible for it.
With a sigh, she headed forward, careful to stay out of the way. She wanted to congratulate the two, but would wait her turn...she would just hang back for now.
While Marion stood looking like a deer caught in headlights and Chez grinned like an idiot, the Amazon made a beeline for her Ad'vere. "Shady! You made it!," she hugged the forest elf warmly, "I'm so glad you are here." Taking her by the hand she tugged her along back to Galain. "Look who I found!"
Her mind was slowly musing over where they were going on their honeymoon. From the sounds of it Galain had some sort of remote island in mind, and that was a wonderfull idea in her book.
Galain was so pleased to see the daughter of his heart, soul and everything else that he simply could not stop grinning. He snatched her away from his wife and enveloped Shadow in a hug that threatened to squeeze the living daylights out of her.
"Thank you for coming. Gods I was hoping you would make it," he said, all in one breath. He was actually a bit giddy at the moment because a lot of things were hitting him all at once. He was married, he had a wife, he was wearing an actual wedding ring, he was sober and he was about to embark upon his honeymoon.
"Shady. Did I just do what I think I just did?" He blurted suddenly. Oh gods he was aching to take his lady away for their honeymoon. He had just the place in mind... a planet he'd stumbled across a few times in the past. He'd promised himself to return and return he would.
The first thing out of her mouth?
"Air..." was that her little sister giggling? When she could breath again, the elf sent Anelain a look that promised tickling and noogies.
Then she went head long into answering what was said to her.
"I almost didn't, do to some...umm...rather private business that couldn't be taken care of on its own, but I was able to talk my way out of it..." Then she blinked. It wasn't often Galain called her by her nick name, or rather one of them. "Yes, you did just get hitched, now you know what it feels like, and if you start swaying to your old ways again, you will personaly find out what it feels like when a stud gets castrated...." Ooo...she just had to do that. "Congrats you two."
"Shady. Did I just do what I think I just did?"
She'd do what to him? Galain was staring at his daughter with rather large eyes. He knew this one could and would do it and he unconsiously crossed his legs.
Nevertheless he was immensely pleased his yelde was here. And he was pleased she'd managed to come, come hell or high water.
And thank you
Much is to be discovered between the Amazon and the Elf and we thank all of you who managed to come to our little ceremony. We know that the future and the present are full of many emotions that father, daughter, wife, best friend, and more will either come to understand or simply live with. This was our place, sort of out of time, that brought us together as two people finally figured at least one thing out. *lopsided grin*
We can't promise perfection, we certainly don't promise a "happily-ever-after" -- it's simply not in the cards nor in the genetic makeup of either character. We do promise a lot of love, a lot of laughter, a whole passel of kidlets, some angst, some tears... and just a lot of fun.
Again, thanks.
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