Micah's and Vayel's wedding...
Micah's and Vayel's wedding…
Location: Tiger-Striped Beach in the Amber Countryside
Date: July 29th, 14 (OOC Year 2017)
Summary: Veronica attends the wedding of her cousin Vayel to Micah de'Mandrake with her granduncle Iolion.
Characters: Ashby, Celeste, Chase, Dirk, Iolion, Melina, Micah, Quina, Vayel, Veronica, and Wulf
NPCs: the priest officiating the wedding, groomsmen and flower children

The evening is cool, but not cold, with the sun having set perhaps an hour ago. Lights can be seen, Jadean style paper lanterns hang on poles surrounding the area. Black wooden chairs sit in neat rows to either side of the aisle, decorated with emerald green cushions. The aisle is lined by smaller Jadean paper lanterns. At the front, an awning with white gauzy silken hangings, lanterns at each of the four corners, as well as at the alter beneath. White, deep emerald, and black lilies decorate the area in all the right places people seem to expect them. Backs of chairs on the aisles, outside corners of the awning, the alter itself. All in all, it's a fairly simple, elegant affair. Micah is here, of course, standing toward the back waiting for things to get rolling as guests begin to arrive. He's exchanging a few quiet words with one of the many servants lingering in the area.


Wulf is grinning like an idiot. Mind, this is the state his face has been in since he arrived whilst these decorations were still being set up. Weddings! He might even cry later, in big, splashy bucketloads, but right now, he merely gives himself face ache. The giant has taken up a huge chair, perhaps brought for the occasion.


Celeste arrives with Wulf looking up and chucklinng often.She of course has made arrangements to make sure Wulf sized accommodations were seen to though they are provided and schlepped by Mandrake staff so as not to bother the hosts who have their own details to frett. As she eases down beside Wulf she leans over and kisses his bearded cheek before setting down beside him.


Melina comes in solo, with an appreciative glance at the setting and takes a seat on the Chantris side near the back


Vayel is also standing nearish the back, talking to a small group of Chantrise. Anyone close enough is likely to overhear their discussions about different wedding traditions, foods, customs and.. really anything that's related. It's pretty much like any other event where there are multiple Chantrises, except the fact that Vayel's wearing a kilt and a thrumming aura of nervousness.


Arriving fashionably late for guests (so still well before the ceremony begins), Veronica and Iolion Chantris appear to have coordinated their attire: black with green highlights. She comes in on his arm wearing a black dress with a green corsage on her left wrist. He is in traditional Amber formal hose and tunic, black with silver screen-printed dragons on the tunic and green silk highlights with a cloak that compliments. Together they join Melina in the Chantris side of the aisle.


Wulf is of course, sat on the Mandrake side of this, with Celeste. It's a bit frugal on this side, but what they lack in numbers, they make up for in space occupied. That's his story and he's sticking to it. "Am not going to sob like little girl…" he states in a rather loud voice, looking down at Celeste with a grin, because he can't stop it "…but am fooling self. He sobbed when sisters wed!"


Celeste leans up and kisses his cheek, "Yes you are but that's ok, I love your goey noughaty jotun heart." She grins and reveals she brought Jotun-sized hankies. She looks up and spots Veronica and Iolion, "Wonder who lady attached to mr.pouty-pants arm is."


Micah finishes whatever discussion he'd been having with the servant, who hurries off to do.. whatever it was. Micah drifts then, mingling with the guests, though he looks frequently to his be-kilted, be-nerveded, librarian. Micah is, conversely, not wearing a kilt, nor a coat of nerves. He is, instead, wearing silver and black. Silvery white flowy tunic with silver embroidery over the chest, wide arm cuffs, and border edging. Black leather belt with silver buckle and end. Black leggings, black leather boots, and a black overcoat with more silver embroidery. His hair is pulled back into a tail, the curls tamed for the moment. He glances over at Wulf at that loud announcement, a small smile making his warm hazel eyes sparkle.


Vayel's own attention is - reluctantly - drawn away from the conversation with the other Chantreses, blinking over towards Wulf at the loud voice. He does grin however, his eyes flitting to Micah briefly, the grin softening to something far more fond.


Iolion, for his part, appears quite content to sit quietly beside Veronica as they respectfully wait for the services to begin. He has the mien of someone at a party where he knows few people and most of those he does he wishes he didn't - but cheerful, because with this many strangers there are bound to be opportunities to improve the odds.


Melina laughs audibly at Wulf's remark, a smile lighting her entire face and only widening with a breif look at the two grooms. She sighs contentedly.


Celeste rests her hand on Wulf's massive arm and adjusts her ride rump on the chair with a slight wince as she makes herself cozy and turns jer attention to the pair of grooms.


"Who?" Wulf follows the line of sight to who Celeste spoke of, giving only a baffled blink that direction. "Do not know," he admits, but raises a hand in a cheerful wave that's very obvious, to Melina, then Vayel and to Micah where his smile got broadened, he pats his pants pocket on one side and gives a large, obnoxiously cheery thumb's up.


To Iolion, Veronica looks over at Celeste and her gigantic companion after hearing the question and then speaks softly to Iolion, "Who is that woman and why does she refer to you so crassly?" before she allows her attention to focus on the grooms and the upcoming ceremony.


Muttering to Iolion, Veronica looks over at Celeste and her gigantic companion after hearing the question and then speaks softly to Iolion, "… woman… why… she… you…" before she allows her attention to focus on the grooms and the upcoming ceremony.


Celeste looks up at Wulf as he plays tourist at a wedding and rather than looking embarrassed she chortles and leans over th kiss the slide of his arm since she can't quite reach his cheek whilst sitting, one hand rubbing at her rounded belly as if it aches.


Micah meets Vayel's gaze, and his expression softens as well. Definite fondness there. As music begins from somewhere out of the light, the people gathered on both sides of the aisle begin to quiet, glancing about respectfully. Micah straightens up and glances toward Vayel. He moves to the back and out of the immediate light, though the white and silver can still be seen dimly from reflections. It's time for the wedding party to gather.


Privately, Iolion's expression doesn't change from one of mild mirth. It's a wedding, after all, it's no place for blood feuds and conflicts. "Celeste de Mandrake. From the moment she saw me she's been insulting me, or lying to me. I don't know what provokes her so. I'm guessing it's the fact I have standards."

Muttering to Veronica, Iolion's expression doesn't change from one of mild mirth. It's a wedding, after all, it's no place for blood feuds and conflicts. "… saw me… been… me,… lying to… provokes her…"


Vayel tilts his head at the start of the music, and then there's a few moments before he seems to suddenly remember what he's supposed to be doing and he's moving back out of the way, mirroring Micah's movements.


Wulf is utterly lacking in guile, true enough. With the kiss to his arm, he winks down at Celeste and the music is starting! He takes a deep breath, biting his bottom lip and gets that wide-eyed look of glittering eyes and anticipation for a couple of moments, startles and stands up in a hurry. "Oh! Ja." Leaning down, he kisses Celeste's cheek and lips in quick order and points to the back. "Have to be there…" scurrying out of the seating area, he hurries to stand behind Micah and Vayel, tall, grinning the grin of the moon-calf, arms folding over his chest as a 'kings man' for the two of them. Well, the one of them anyway. But he takes up a lot of room.


Veronica stiffens slightly and raises a hand to cover her mouth, to conceal a smile or a burp perhaps, after Iolion's comments. It's a wedding so she is obviously trying to avoid a scene.

Privately, to Iolion, Veronica is stifling laughter.


Celeste gently rubs a hand along Wulf's massive back and offers a broad smile towards the grooms, clearly pleased to be here even if it means handling huge mucosy hankies at some point.


Micah can be seen vaguely gesturing to Wulf as he joins them, but no words can actually be heard up in the seating area. The children, a boy and a girl of about six years of age, with flower baskets are standing just in front of Micah and Vayel, the groomsmen before the flower children with space between the children and the groomsmen.


Celeste forms a cluster with Wulf.


Veronica form a cluster with Iolion.


There is an uncomfortably long pause at whatever it is that Micah's said to Vayel. He stares around frantically, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he reaches out, trying to figure out how to cover the four ears of the two children in front of him with only two hand as a rather loud noise comes out of his mouth, definitely loud enough to be heard by the entire wedding party. "FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUU-" he starts before giving up on covering the children's ears and shoving his fist in his mouth instead "-mmmph".


Wulf nods to Micah's directions and sort of shuffles himself about, to get to the right spot. He looks back toward Celeste, gives a thumbs up there too and with Vayel's panicked moment, looks significantly at Micah. He then makes a gimme-gimme palm sign, with a soft "Wulf has two pockets."


Celeste lifts an eyebrow and frowns gently. She blinks at the alarm and her brow knits in apparent confusion. There's a soft, indelicate snort at the creative antics of gagging the potty mouth and with a roll of her eyes and shake of her head she settles back into her seat.


Micah can be seen glancing to Vayel, and there's a soft, but audible, laugh. He nods to Wulf with a grin. He seems entirely unconcerned, and then nods to the party at the front, the pair of groomsmen. At that point, the music shifts to the wedding march. A moment later, the pair of groomsmen start forward.


Celeste leaves her current cluster.


Vayel nods wordlessly for a second before reaching into his pocket and carefully handing a box over to Wulf with his free hand. He looks rather chastened, his skin flushed a bright red.


Nearby, Iolion's hand reaches over to squeeze Veronica's briefly before withdrawing back to the folds of his own cloak. "At a Moon Court event I'd just walked in on, your great-grandmother had just abjectly humiliated your great-aunt, my sister, Beatrix. I'm close to her; we're close to each other. I did not take it well. I was shaking with fury, but I did not lash out at anyone, did not leave Deirdre's side. Celeste felt it would be a good idea to heap additional scorn on me. That was our first encounter; I'd not even so much as said hello to her before. Our next, I was sent to Mandrake by Deirdre on business, and she was at the gate. I announced myself, said I was on Deirdre's business. Her first words, even before 'hello', were to say 'I know you. You're the grumpy one.' Later on that night, in a conversation she was not part of, she interjected to me with 'Unicorn's tits, aren't you just a ray of sunshine'. And then, later, to make things worse, she told me Beatrix had been gravely injured and was near-death… when at that time, Beatrix was in fine health. I spent a day running around like a madman trying to find my wounded sister. I'm sure it amused Celeste greatly."


Wulf silently nods, takes the box, puts it in his other pocket, pats both with large palms, thumbs up at both grooms and resumes fatuous grinning like an idiot, proudly. Mouthed over toward Celeste 'Forgot to get man' gesturing to himself with one thumb to say 'I got it'.


Celeste grins broadly at Vayel. Shee offers a fingerwave and wink. She didn't know the bookish, mild mannered librarian had it in him. At Wulf's eager American Touristing of being impromtu best man she chortles again and gives him a broad smile and mirrors back the thumbs up.


Nearby, Veronica frowns and discretely glances in Celeste's direction. She then asks, "Have you yet tried to put her in her place?"


A measured amount of time goes past, and then it's time for the best man to go forth. Micah leans close to Vayel and murmurs something to him. His hand reaches up to touch that blushing skin at the librarian's cheek.


Nearby, Iolion says, "No, due to the politics. She's much-beloved by Duchess Quina. Deirdre even values good relations with her over me, I think. I'm not yet a century old, Veronica; in the eyes of Amber, I'm barely a teenager — certainly not one to be taken seriously. And those who cannot avenge themselves, well… we have no choice but to bide, to wait, and to plot revenge."


Vayel inclines his head into the touch from Micah before he finally nods again, clearly not quite trusting himself to speak juuust yet.


Wulf strides to his respective place, holding onto precious things in his pockets and beams. Dammit, there's also a snag of one of those giant sized hankies as he moves past, dabbing at his eyes.


Veronica and Iolion, while watching the ceremony are sitting shoulder to shoulder and appear to occasionally be saying something to each other.


Micah smiles again, and then looks forward to the wedding party. He inhales once, releases it, and then smiles and relaxes. Next in line, the flower children go out and begin strewing flower petals along the sandy path between the rows of chairs. The petals are white, black, and deep green, the white petals standing out almost as though drops of snow atop onyx.


Celeste watchs quietly with a warm smile though she doesn't look like she's likely to get misty eyed. Occasionally her slate gaze is cast about the crowd an d beyond-the grizzled general might be dressed like a lady today but the way her gaze often sweeps and measures the surroundings and those within it suggests someone that even in retirement half expects trouble even on a happy occasion.


Vayel finally seems able to remove his fist from his mouth, hand unclenching slowly as he turns, preparing to move, still a thrumming string of tension


Nearby, Veronica blinks at the comment from Iolion. "They must view me as a babe in their eyes then," she says.


Melina watches Vayel with a gentle smile. The man is basically a stranger to her but there is warmth and empathy in her eyes just the same. She shakes her head slightly at some moment of internal reflection and heaves a sigh


Veronica is not getting misty eyed. While this is a family event for her she doesn't know the grooms so for her this is not personal. She is, however, smiling at the beauty of the ceremony.


Nearby, Iolion says, "We are children with sharks encircling, yes. It's one of the reasons I've tried to reach out to you and be supportive of you. I'm not in a position where I can do much, but … I can at least take you seriously, something many of our betters will not."


The party moves forward. The groomsmen have reached the front and peeled off to either side. The flower children are about halfway down the aisle. Micah half turns toward Vayel and offers the man his arm with a graceful half bow.


Iolion remains in that unhurried, unruffled feel-good place that comes from having a pleasant time while thinking about the open bar that's due to come later. Oh! Right. Wedding, love eternal, that too… definitely needs to be toasted with champagne.


Vayel smiles at Micah and takes his soon-to-be-husband's arm, dipping his head in recognition. "Ready?" he murmurs.


Quina is there, of course. She's not there to draw the attention to herself though, as it's Micah and Vayel's day. She sits to the other side of Celeste, quiet and smiling.


Veronica nods to Iolion, in reaction to something said privately perhaps, and lightly taps his arm to bring his attention to the fact that the pre-ceremony has ended and that they may want to focus more on the event at hand.


Micah nods once. "I am," he says. He curls his arm around Vayel's, and then starts down the aisle. The groomsmen are set in their places at the altar, off to the sides at the farthest position. Wulf next in his position. The flower children reach the front, just shy of the alter, and the pair peel off to either side to take seats in the front row. Next come Micah and Vayel, walking up the aisle to the sound of the wedding march. The pace is slow, but steady, and they will soon reach the alter and the Priest of the Unicorn that had stepped from the darkness and into the light beneath the awning.


Vayel just follows along with Micah, clearly taking a few deep breaths. They get to the altar soon enough, the librarian taking his position.


Wulf blows his nose as quietly as he possibly can. Which isn't very but… he tried.
Celeste keeps her eyes mostly on the proceedings though habitually she does a visual parameter check because. Celeste.


Iolion is remaining silent, sitting with Veronica, watching the proceedings with both approval and a bit of joy. He may not know the participants, but the principle of the thing is a happy one.


Better to try and fail than not try at all? Micah has eyes for nobody but Vayel, or so it would seem. As they reach the altar, he has a glance for the priest, but his eyes stray back to Vayel. The priest begins to speak the words. "Friends and Family of Vayel and Micah, welcome and thank you for being here on this important day. We are gathered together to celebrate the very special love by joining them in marriage. All of us need and desire to love and to be loved. Vayel and Micah, your marriage today is the public and legal joining of two souls that have already been united as one in your hearts. Marriage will allow you a new environment to share your lives together, standing together to face life and the world, hand-in-hand. Marriage is going to expand you as individuals, define you as a couple, and deepen your love for one another. To be successful, you will need strength, courage, patience and a really good sense of humor. So, let your marriage be a time of waking each morning and falling in love with each other all over again. We now close our eyes and bring to mind any loved ones who could not be here today. Though they are absent physically, we invoke, through our thought and prayers, their loving presence. We pray that the Unicorn might multiply beyond measure the blessings from these loved ones to this couple. Now, from our hearts, we ourselves visualize and sanctify all the blessings we would bestow on Vayel and Micah in their new lives. And in our sincere desire to bless, we in turn, are blessed also."


Melina has been good until now, but tears start to form in the corner of her as the priest speaks, She indulges in a momentary glance upward before focusing back on the couple.


Vayel blinks suspiciously a few times at the words from the priest. Crying? Certainly not. No tears are forming in his eyes, that's for sure… He closes his eyes as the priest directs anyway, head tilting downwards.


Wulf's shaking shoulders are blessedly not going to be seen for a bit with the eyes closing, but there is a suspicious wail of joy and another nose-blowing.
Tears form at the corners of Veronica's eyes as she closes them and thinks of those absent as directed by the priest.


Celeste offers the happy couple-or perhaps her blubbering fiancé-an encouraging smile as she bears witness to this happy occasion.


Quina smiles to the words of the priest and closes her eyes. She's either very trusting, or knows perfectly well there's no chance of Celeste closing her eyes no matter the happy occasion. There are no tears, though. She remains composed, as usual.


Micah isn't crying either. Nope. That sparkle in his hazel eyes certainly isn't tears. Huh-uh. Nope. He tilts his head down in that moment of silence, lifting it again only when the priest continues. "I ask you to join hands as a symbol of the union that you are making here today. These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day as you promise to love each other today, tomorrow and forever. These are the hands that will work along side yours as together you build your future. These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other. These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief temporarily comes your way. These are the hands that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes, tears of sorrow and tears of joy. These are the hands that will give you support and encouragement to chase down your dreams. These are the hands that will hold you tight as you struggle through difficult times. These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it. These are the hands that will lift your chin and brush your cheek as they raise your face to look into eyes that are filled with love for you. And lastly, these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged will still be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch." Here the priest pauses, and looks between the pair at the altar. "Your marriage begins with the vows and promises you speak to one another today. The marriage vow is a promise of fidelity and honesty. Vayel, do you love Micah willingly and completely, withholding nothing? Will you protect him, and give him your deepest considerations of his feelings, desires and needs?"


Vayel reaches out to take Micah's hands, turning his full attention to the Mandrake. He nods, eyes meeting Micah's. "I will," he says, his voice clear, projected across the gathering for all to hear."


Veronica has, by now, reopened her eyes and wiped away the traces of the tears that had formed at her eyes with a handkerchief she either was given by Iolion or retrieved from somewhere in her dress.


Better late to the party than missing it entirely Cesare DeMandrake slips in dressed in full uniform, a quick look around and the Dragon General slips in at the rear of the Mandrake side. He has a look on his face that says 'been here the whole time'
Melina continues to let tears form. A few making their way down her cheeks. For some reason the words "withholding nothing" seem to increase the flow and there is a brief twinge of pain to her crosses her face before returning to the smile more appropriate to the moment


Iolion is guilty of passing the square of silk to Veronica. It's part of the great social compact, after all: men have pockets, ergo they carry things. Someday, someone's going to invent a formal gown with pockets, and this person is going to be given a license to print money.


The priest continues speaking after the latest affirmation by the Chantris. This time, he looks to Micah. "Micah, do you love Vayel willingly and completely, withholding nothing? Will you protect him, and give him your deepest considerations of his feelings, desires and needs?" Micah nods. "I will," he says. The priest nods once and speaks again. "Will you strive to keep your love flexible and adapt to changing circumstances in the marriage? And will you be Vayel's counselor, helpmate, sweetheart & lover, and his best friend, from this day forward?" Micah nods again, a smile curling the corners of his mouth. "With all my heart, I will."
"The formal exchange of your wedding vows is the most ancient part of a wedding ceremony. These are the words that couples have spoken to one another for time immemorial and, while they are very simple words, they have extraordinary meaning and importance. As you speak them to one another, you will discover that these are truly sacred promises, and sacred promises must be kept forever. I am going to speak these words to you now, and ask that you speak them to each other. Now you shall say a few words that take you across a threshold of life, and things will never quite be the same between you. For after these vows, you shall say to the world, Micah is my husband, Vayel is my husband. Vayel, as you look into Micah's eyes, please repeat after me. I, Vayel, take you, Micah, to be my husband. To share all that I am and all that I have, for all time to come. And I promise to do all in my power to keep my love as deep and as strong as it is today." Here the priest pauses so the vows can be repeated.


Celeste watches quietly and her gaze flicks to her eldest as he arrives and offers him a discrete finger wave to Chase.


Vayel tilts his head in agreement to the priest, continuing to look into Micah's eyes, giving the man a gentle squeeze of hands. "I, Vayel, take you, Micah, to be my husband. To share all that I am and all that I have, for all time to come. And I promise to do all in my power to keep my love as deep and as strong as it is today." he says softly.


Wulf seems to be frozen now, stood guarding the things that must be guarded with a gigantic bunched up hankie under his nose and his eyes bright as the moon with their watering. There's a much quieter, strangled whimper and a breath held, to prevent burbling.


Dirk is in the background quietly smiling.


Chase slips through the crowd, his usual swagger left at the door, stopping near to Celeste. He glances to Wulf, than back to the ceromony.


Quina nods slightly in greeting to Chase, then returns her attention to the proceeding.


Celeste's eyes water a bit and she sniffles and mutters a naughty word in Jadean under her breath, nodding to Chase as he gets himself sorted.


Micah returns that gentle squeeze. There's more glittering of tears within his eyes, though he ignores them for now. The priest nods kindly after the first set of vows, and then continues, "Micah, as you look into Vayels eyes, please repeat after me. I, Micah, take you, Vayel, to be my husband. To share all that I am and all that I have, for all time to come. And I promise to do all in my power to keep my love as deep and as strong as it is today." The priest pauses again, looking to Micah. He takes a breath and looks deeply into Vayel's eyes. "I, Micah, take you, Vayel, to be my husband. To share all that I am and all that I have, for all time to come. And I promise to do all in my power to keep my love as deep and as strong as it is today." The priest nods again, and then speaks on the next part of the ceremony The rings. "The ring is an ancient symbol, with no beginning and no end. It is round like the sun, like the moon, like the eye, like arms that embrace. It is a circle, for love that is given comes back round again. Your rings are precious because you wear them with love. They symbolize your commitment in marriage. They remind you of who you are, where youve been, and where youre going. The rings are made of precious metals, purified by the heat of many fires. They are a symbol of the depth that resides within each of your souls and the purity of your love for one another. As you wear them through time, they will reflect not only who you are as individuals, but also who you are a couple. Vayel, as you place the ring on Micah's finger, please repeat after me. With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, of choosing to share my whole life's journey with you, of my knowing that in marrying you I shall become much more than I am. I give you this ring, with the pledge of my everlasting friendship, and the promise of all my tomorrows."


Wulf seems to shudder, looking over at Celeste with water filled eyes. There's another slight sound as he clears his nose quietly with the hankie and is busily clenching it into a fist again when the word 'ring' is mentioned. Fumble fingered, he drops the hankie to pat his pockets, sticking fingers into them to extract each. Mercifully for all concerned and for the grooms, he sets his hand out and a plate of multihued, sparkling ice, the colour of moons glow, makes a barrier between snotty, sweaty palm and the precious bands of gold. He presents them with a bowed head.


Celeste closes her eyes as soon as the glimmering shinies come out and leaving the duchess to keep any other guests vunerable to shiny fixations from making a scene.


A sly grin crosses Chase's face as the glittering bands appear, and just as quickly it passes. He adopts a very pleasent expession, hands folded behind his back.


Vayel takes one of the gold bands from Wulf's offered hand, tearing his attention from Micah away long enough to make sure he has the right one. He puts it on Micah's finger as directed and he echoes the priest's words. "With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, of choosing to share my whole lifes journey with you, of my knowing that in marrying you I shall become much more than I am. I give you this ring, with the pledge of my everlasting friendship, and the promise of all my tomorrows."


Dirk is quietly watching.


Micah doesn't even see the forming ice. He's a weee bit distracted. He likely will when he reaches for the other ring. But that time is not now. Not yet. Now, he lifts his finger for the ring to be slid up it. His eyes tear up again at Vayel's words, two of them falling to slide down his cheeks. After the Librarian's words, the priest speaks again. "Micah, as you place the ring on Vayels finger, please repeat after me. With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, of choosing to share my whole life's journey with you, of my knowing that in marrying you I shall become much more than I am. I give you this ring, with the pledge of my everlasting friendship, and the promise of all my tomorrows." Micah reaches for the other ring, a flick of a glance to make sure he doesn't drop it, and then lifts the ring to slide it into place upon Vayel's finger. He speaks. "With this ring, I marry you and bind my life to yours. It is a symbol of my eternal love, of choosing to share my whole life's journey with you, of my knowing that in marrying you I shall become much more than I am. I give you this ring, with the pledge of my everlasting friendship, and the promise of all my tomorrows." Micah falls silent, and the priest continues. "May these rings remind you that your love, like the sun, warms all that it touches, like the moon, brightens up the night, like the eye, is a gateway to your innermost soul. And your love, like the arms that embrace you, makes everything right with the world. These two lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. Wherever they go, may they always return to one another. May they grow in understanding and in compassion. May the home which they establish together be such a place of sanctuary that many will find there a friend. May these rings, on their fingers, symbolize the touch of the spirit of love in the heart. Wear these rings as the enclosing bond of reverence and trust. Fulfill the circle of love that now makes you one." The priest pauses and looks over the two grooms, and then the guests, before he resumes his words. "Before I pronounce you husband and husband, I have just one more thing I want you to do. Your wedding day is one that seems to fly. It's a day filled with emotion, friends, rings and dances. Many people remember how fleeting their own wedding day was. So I want you to take a few seconds to look onto each other's eyes. Think about the happiness that you're feeling in this place, in this moment. Really let that feeling register in your heart and your mind. Now, I want you to think about your life together in twenty years. Where are you? What are you doing? We all know that your visions of the future are not identical, but always complementary. A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together, that is reality. And for Vayel and Micah, that reality starts now." The priest pauses again, for a breath, for a moment of thought and prayer. "Vayel and Micah," he says softly. "You have expressed your love to one another through the commitment and promises you have just made. It is with these in mind that I pronounce you husband and husband. You have kissed a thousand times, maybe more. But today the feeling is new. No longer simply partners and best friends, you have become husband and husband and can now seal the agreement with a kiss. Today, your kiss is a promise. You may kiss each other as husbands."


Vayel smiles, oh, yes he's definitely crying a little now. Only a little! He takes the moment the priest offers and then leans forwards to give his newly-minted husband the kiss promised. At least on his side it's a chaste kiss, but one filled with the promise of a new life.


Oh yes. The kiss on Micah's side is chaste as well. There's a priest here. And a bunch of people! He does let the kiss draw out for a few seconds, though. He pulls back after those few seconds, and his eyes feast on his new husband. The priest takes that moment to continue. "And now, to all the friends and family who have come to celebrate this union, I take great pleasure in presenting, for the first time anywhere, the united couple, Vayel and Micah." There's another pause to let it all sink in, and then a gesture toward a new area that has come alight over the last several moments, during the kiss. "The bride and groom will now lead you all to the reception." Micah grins at Vayel and squeezes his hands. He releases one hand after, and turns to lead the librarian toward that newly lighted area. It's done in a Jadean style as well, a pavilion, white gauzy silk hangings, lilies of deep green, black, and white, and Jadean paper lanterns hung everywhere. Each table holds a small vase with a bouquet, along with four place settings and four chairs. The chairs are the same as those in the wedding itself. Above each table, another lantern. Each of the tables also holds a pitcher of water and one of sparkling wine.


Celeste struggles to her feet with a soft grunt and applauds for the happy couple.
Dirk claps and seems happy.


Veronica looks about and, seeing others standing to clap, does so as well. A polite, restrained clap but she still claps.


Wulf shatters the ice plate into a shower of glitter with his clapping, giving a sob JUST like a little girl. His applause isn't a restrained thing, but vivacious.


Vayel smiles to the gathered crowd, dipping his head in acknowledgement. He wordlessly gestures with his free hand to the seating as they start moving towards it, an offer to all to sit.


Quina rises as well, to smile again and join her applause to the rest.


Celeste doesn't go to sit just yet but moves towards Wulf with another huge swath of cotton cloth for her weepy mate, her own gaze damp but her expression full of fondness for the emotional giant.


Iolion joins in the applause, standing beside Veronica as he does so.


In the middle of the reception area, a large dance floor. At the far end of the dance floor, a table with a covered something upon it. And plates and utensils. Must be the cake. Micah walks back down the aisle with the other groom, hand in hand, retreating toward the reception. Food is beginning to be brought out. The first course, finger foods such as cheese and cut meats. Micah's smile is wide and happy. It's to a table at the near end of the dance floor.


Quina seems content to watch the others for the moment, still smiling.


Wulf takes the hankie from Celeste, hugging the pregnant former general with a happy hiccup. He reaches to take her hand, the pockets that are now empty used to incase the soggy kerchief. He then looks up to the cliff-faces that surround the place and kikikikikiks in a tongue trill, sniffling afterards. A shadow detaches from the cliff wall and swoops lower and lower, landing on his upraised arm. "Come, giftings, ja?" he murmurs to Celeste as the Queen of all sea-eagles fluffs and mantles on his wrist.


Vayel moves to take his seat, turning slightly to rest his head against his husband for a brief second before he straightens and sits with a soft sigh. Looks like the nervousness is mostly gone now. Oh hey, alcohol…


Dirk wanders towards the couple.


Celeste sniff-chuckles and hugs the big blue giant, murmuring softly against his ear and kissing his cheek before she's set down. She blinks at the seabird, "Certainly, my heart."


Iolion looks over towards Veronica, gesturing towards the tables. "Ought we? The dance floor is of course forbidden for now, but champagne awaits."


Oh yes. Alcohol. Micah smile sand settles to the seat next to Vayel. He tucks his arm around Vayel for that brief moment, hugging him close. Then he, too, straightens up in his chair. He reaches to pour a glass of the sparkling wine for the librarian. Oh yes. He knows. He definitely knows.


As she is asked about heading over towards the reception area, Veronica asks Iolion, "Would you be a dear and get the bundles I brought?" and then answers his question by saying, "I'll meet you at your chosen table after introducing myself to Lady de'Mandrake."


Iolion gives Veronica the same sort of nod Westley gives Buttercup in the opening segment of that movie, then moves over behind the stairs to seek a package that's been carefully wrapped in some handmade paper - black, with a satin-like sheen and covered in dark gray maps of Pegliai. It's not large, perhaps the size of a good-sized tome from Amber's library, and is sealed with green wax and ribbon. He brings it over to an empty table, whereupon he takes a seat and awaits Veronica's arrival.


Wulf smiles at Celeste, indulging the kiss right back. Weddings, the make for sniffling! And also happiness, kisses, dances, drinking and gifts! He nods, looks up and providing his arm around Celeste if she chooses to stay there, he heads to the happy couple with the eagle on his wrist. "Micah, Vayel…" he could've launched into all kinds of effusion there, but manages only to grin and sniff snot into his nostrils again. "Beautiful! Here is where it starts, here is where it became more. Here is gift, from jotun for you in life to come…" he lifts the jesses of the eagle on his wrist, presents her golden-eyed self toward the happy couple.


Dirk walks up with two little boxes his hands and waits his turn.


Veronica walks over to Celeste and Wulf. She smiles to them both in a pleasant but distant way. "I'd like to introduce myself to you, Lady de'Mandrake," she says, "I am Veronica Chantris, first cousin once removed from Duchess Talia. I am also "Mr. Pouty-Pants'" grandniece." She does not curtsey to the former Duchess nor does she hold a hand out in greeting.


Dirk walks over to the newlyweds and hands them each a box.


Celeste smiles to Wulf and nods, letting him go ahead to wish the grooms congratulations and offer his gifts. Slate gaze flits then to Veronica giving a once over berfore her gaze settles on Veronica. She looks chagrined, "Ah, forgive the tongue and cheek handle I assigned your great uncle-I hadn't meant for that to carry. I'm Celeste de'Mandrake…" She trails off awkwardly as she steps over the graveyard of discarded titles, "If you two would like you're welcome to join us at our table. Her Grace would surely welcome getting to know more of her family and I'm passing curious who passes Iolion's muster." She gestures, "And of course you can meet my date, Wulf."


Veronica inclines her head and says, "We may," before going to join Iolion. She sit with him to wait their turn to give gifts.


Vayel stares at the eagle. "She's beautiful," he says softly to Wulf, reaching out carefully for the offered jesses. "Micah, isn't she.. just… wow," he murmurs.


Micah stares at the eagle, a bit drop jawed. "Wow," he agrees. "She is beautiful." He stares at the eagle again for a few seconds, then reaches out a hand to let the bird see his fingers. Then there will be a scritch of breast feathers. After a while, he pulls his hand back and smiles at Dirk. He opens the box the man had given him and pulls out a crystaline figure. It's a penguin, holding a flag of Chantris. He chuckles. "Thank you, Dirk," he says, setting the figurine on the table, where it can shimmer and sparkle in the lantern light. Spaaarklie!


Quina seems to be attending stag, but then her man has a lot to do lately. She seems comfortable though watching the people, and smiles as she watches the gift giving and congratulations being offered to happy couple.


Over at their table, Veronica gives Iolion a discreet elbow (metaphorically speaking: it's more polite than that) and a quiet reminder about the order of their gifts. To this, he ah-has and reaches into his satchel for … a bouquet? Odd, but whatever. It isn't until he walks up towards the blessed union that the bouquet becomes clear: the flowers aren't the gift, they're the wrapping-paper. He unrolls the bouquet-wrap, letting the roses fall to their table, to reveal what was hidden within it - a fine bottle of plum brandy from a small distillery in distant Pegliai. "With my compliments, and wishes for a long and joyous life." A bow is given, and then he's retreating back to the table he shares with Veronica.


Ashby de'Mandrake had arrived rather discretely and quietly at some point or another. For the occasion, he has chosen his formal uniform, but left the large cavalier's hat behind. Perhaps between the lack of hat and utter quiet from the Monsdrake, that would explain the stealthiness! But, he has actually managed to stop in for this most important day of one of his very favorite cousins!


Celeste is making her way to join Wulf for well wishes bit sees sparkles and veers suddenly with a soft growl, "Damnitall…" nope. Maybe she will go find a seat instead. With her back turned t whatever is casting the light so prettily.
The eagle at least looks to her new masters and some animals have that knack of seeming to understand at least a little of what's going on around them. She gives soft kee's as she's given from one master to her new masters. "She will follow orders, simple… in Kitezhka or in Thari-tongue," Wulf informs, beams, makes to clap both grooms on the back but in the end just throws another pair of thumbs up at them both. He might knock Vayel's glasses off otherwise! And then, with a bow, back to where Celeste is taking up seats, Veronica given a good looking at and a nod.


Veronica follows closely behind Iolion holding two small bags: one green with a golden eagle on it tied with a golden cord, the other yellow with a black dragon on it tied in a cord of braided red and black. As she presents them to the grooms, each getting the bag representing their house, she says, "I was unaware before this morning that you were born of two houses but I hope you still appreciate the intended imagery of these gifts," to Vayel. Then to both she says, "I wish you a lovely life together," and waits for them to open the contents.

<OOC> Veronica says, "What is in the pouches are described in tokens: Vayel's FEK and Micah's FEM"


Vayel laughs softly at his own crystal penguin with the Mandrake flag. "Beautifully apt, Dirk," he says with a smile. Veronica's own gift gets a dip of his head. "My own parentage can be confusing to me sometimes," he reassures Veronica with a smile as he opens the pouches with Micah, looking between the two gifts. "They are stunning," he tells her with a nod.


Veronica smiles at Dirk and then the grooms. "Yes, also…. you are forever embracing symbolically," she explains.


Micah inclines his head to Iolion. "Many thanks," he says to the man. "We shall savor it." Mmmm, more alcohol! To Wulf, he nods. "She's gorgeous," he says to the Jotun. When the gifts are presented by Veronica, he opens his and looks it over from all angles, and then at Vayel's as well. "These are beautiful, thank you." He grins at Dirk and chuckles. "Exactly so," he says to the man. Then to Veronica he nods. "This is true. They're perfect." He puts his back into its little bag and carefully sets it back atop the table.


Celeste looks up as Wulf settles beside her, "After things have died down would you..ah..cover things that glisten so I can offer my wishes without risking making a scene?" her tone is calm but there's a certain hunch to her shoulders that betrays frustration.


Wulf nods to Celeste, knowing well enough the frustrations of the shiny. No problems there! Hopefully by the end of dancing, feasting and gifting, the shines will no longer tempt.

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