The Wedding of Nelras and Xeii Shevat

Xeii

A very late log featuring @Isune, some feathers, and the Higher Emotions.

Thanks so much to everyone that came!

Isune smiles warmly at you upon Her approach, then speaks softly with reassuring encouragement. "Dawn's Radiance, little one."

A soft glow entering her skin, you say, "Dawn's Radiance to You, Lady. Thank You for coming to officiate."

While surveying the area for approrpriate placement, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Of course, such occasions are joyous and should be celebrated. You both will be saying individual vows as well, aye?"

"'Lo!" Gero quips cheerfully.

You say, "Indeed, we have it all prepared."

You curtsey gracefully before Gero.

The beastly snarls of jaguars and wolverines echo like fanfare, preceding the entrance of Ejderha from the south.

Ejderha beams broadly at you.

A single, crystal clear note pierces the air as several wisps of silvery light drift in from the south, coalescing into the form of Nelras.

You smile softly at Nelras.

Nelras returns your smile before bowing respectully before Isune.

Smiling warmly, Isune, the Aesthete says to Nelras, "Ah, now the groom, excellent."

Surveying the ground again once more, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Ah, right here, I think... away from the path and centrally located."

Xeii watches Isune curiously, following her gaze.

Isune drops a folded gossamer canopy.
As the canopy flutters to the ground, three rods of rose quartz arc up to catch the wispy gossamer, unfurling in undulating waves of rippling colour and silken starlight to shade a crystal dais.

Each thread a streamer of colour hand-pluched from the canvas of the aurora, this canopy shimmers with each ripple of the fabric, flickering with sun-drenched hues. Airily held aloft by three pillars of spiralling rose quartz, the canopy's interwoven strands of silken starlight and cloud gossamer reflect a spectrum of twilight indigo blending into a cool cerulean, burnished morning gold softening the deep violet of eventide, and blushing pink winking off this star-studded panorama of the ever-shifting sky. Two tassels of fine-spun gold pull at the wispy material like a curtain, enfolding the pillars to form a pavilion shaded in vibrant, celestial hues. Wreathing each quartz column, shy rosebuds tangle about the polished gemstone, their satin white blossoms redolent with sweet-scented perfume. Beneath the shade of thi ethereal awning, a circular crystal dais gleams with glassy light, mirroring the prismatic rays filtering through the enchangin gossamer like a lake's reflection at dawn.

As comprehension dawns upon you, your body begins to glow with blushing hues of pink and topaz.

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sprkles with motes of bright light.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Wondir comes into view.

You whisper, "It looks beautiful."

You greet Wondir with a sincere smile.

Wondir inclines her head politely to those around her.

Wondir kneels before Isune, swearing her allegiance to Her.

Nelras smiles as his eyes follow the canopy as it falls. "Thank You, Lady Isune, for bringing this."

Wondir stands up and stretches her arms out wide.

Bowing her head to the Goddess, you murmur, "Indeed, thank You, Lady Isune."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Now excuse Me a moment, when all your guests arrive, Nelras can call My attention once more."

Gero jerks slightly as the air fills with sparkling motes of bright light.

(Great House Shevat): You say, "The wedding of myself and the Sublime Opus is to start soon - feel free to teleport to me if you wish to attend."

A sudden gale sweeps across the area, stirring dust and plucking at clothing as Kendra steps out the winds themselves.

(Great House Shevat): Shonjir says, "Be there shortly."

(Great House Shevat): Maligorn says, "Oh...now?"

Gero gives Kendra a peck on the cheek.

(Great House Shevat): Maligorn says, "My goodness."

Kendra beams broadly at Gero.

(Great House Shevat): Aramel says, "Yes."

Ejderha flashes Kendra a joyous smile.

(Great House Shevat): Maligorn says, "Hm."

Kendra flashes Ejderha a joyous smile.

Wondir lightly pecks the air beside each of your cheeks, greeting you formally.

Kendra curtseys gracefully.

(Great House Shevat): Yarith says, "We will be but a moment!"

Spinning pink cherry blossom petals swirl in from the south, dancing playfully in joyous anticipation as Aramel emerges from their midst.
No sound betrays the entrance of a pure white swan graced with glistening wings of icy azure from the south.

Aramel gives you a peck on the cheek.

You feel a slight tug within your chest and the air around you sprkles with motes of bright light.

You hug Aramel compassionately.

Among the sparkling motes of light, a translucent figure appears in the air and then quickly solidifies as Falaeron, riding a companionable cube, comes into view.

As Marcella enters, a companionable cube twists its cuboids to reveal spectacularly glowing lightning bolts of golden beryl at the centre of each face, emchanically intoning, "Subject name here from subject hometown here has entered the vicinity."

Solemnly, Wildeflower Aramel Shevat says to you, "Already a larger crowd than your mother's wedding."

Falaeron steps down off a companionable cube.

A companionable cube begins to follow Falaeron obediently.

A companionable cube bobs his head several times just before trotting off.

Kendra smiles wryly at Aramel.

You chuckle long and heartily.

Sublime Opus Nelras says to Falaeron, "Thank you."

You curtsey gracefully before Marcella.

(Great House Shevat): Maligorn says, "I will be right there."

Marcella quietly stands near a tree, attempting to avoid notice, which is a difficult task considering their looming stature.

Marcella inclines her head politely to you.

Wisps of fluffly cloud whirl in from the south, as Maligorn materialises within the condensation.

Maligorn gives the world a smart salute.

You curtsey gracefully before Maligorn.

Leaning in close, Force Commander Maligorn Shevat asks, "Wouldn't you prefer elemental air to trees?"

Maligorn hums innocently to himself.

Aramel smiels wryly at Maligorn.

Kendra's eyes sparkle with amusement at Maligorn.

Looking around pointedly, Sublime Opus Nelras says to Maligorn, "We would prefer neutral ground, Force Commander."

Primus Gero sticks out his tongue and says to Marcella something unintelligible in a brutal and snarling tongue.

Maligorn closes his eyes and bows his head. There is a small shudder around you, and the forest environment melts away, revealing itself as truly valley.

Force Commander Maligorn Shevat says, "There you go."

Marcella glares at Gero with intense hatred, and a slight, ominous rumble echoes forth from the ground.

Falaeron carefully lights a misty Censer of the Clouds, sending its intoxicating incense swirling through the air as it sways from side to side. The pungent scent tickles your senses, filling you with the cool, whispery sensation of a warm breeze.

Falaeron takes a deep breath, then slowly breathes out, as the temperature in the room falls and banks of clouds roll in.

Force Commander Maligorn Shevat says, "Well, okay."

Falaeron carefully lights a pale Censer of the Majestic Hart, sending its intoxicating incense swirling through the air as it sways from side to side. The pungent scent tickles your senses, filling you a longing for the beauty of the natural forests.

Falaeron raises his arms and hums deeply the note of the forest. The air sharpens and ethereal trees rise up from the ground, superimposing a translucent forest that shimmers with vitality.

Aramel peers about herself unscrupulously.

Kendra's eyes raise to the heavens as a look of hope flashes across her face.

Wildeflower Aramel Shevat says, "Oh."

Aramel gives a trillingly melodic laugh.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body begins to shift in colour.

Falaeron closes his eyes and bows his head. There is a small shudder around you, and the forest environment melts away, revealing itself as truly valley.

Yarith arrives, following Ambassador Shonjir Shevat.

Shonjir, riding a mauve gryphon with gilded wings of silver and gold, enters from the south, emanating an aura of immense power.

Gliding upon gilded wings of silver and gold, a mauve gryphon arrives from the south, surrounded by tongues of lashing fire.

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science whispers, "Xeii."

You tilt your head and listen intently to Wondir.

Wondir tells you, "Are you excited?"

Yarith's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.

You tell Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science, "Of course, Sister. More than I ever have been."

Wondir giggles happily.

Wondir bounces up and down.

You tell Sublime Opus Nelras, "Perhaps enough people have gathered?"

A plump wild rabbit hops in from the south.

Primus Gero says to Kendra, "The green looks lovely on you, shade of my heart."

Nelras tells you, "Shall we begin, then?"

Primus Gero briefly set to pest control, which inadvertently led to some tensions between the assembled guests. No Tolborolla valleyfolk were hurt in the process.

Sounding resigned, Wildeflower Aramel Shevat says, "I suppose we must have rabbit stew somehow."

Primus Gero says, "I'm solving the problem before it begins."

Shonjir nods his head at Gero, showing his acceptance.

Gero gives a pure white swan graced with glistening wings of icy azure the once-over, eyeing him suspiciously.

Primus Gero asks, "That too right?"

Marcella gives a long-eared furrikin the once-over, eyeing her suspiciously.

A long-eared furrikin giggles happily at Marcella.

Shonjir licks his lips.

Yarith wrinkles his nose and sniffs.

Yarith narrows his eyes at Marcella in an unnerving manner.

You say, "No attacking sentient valley dwellers, please."

Wondir nods her head at you, showing her acceptance.

Marcella glares at Yarith with intense hatred, and a slight, ominous rumble echoes forth from the ground.

Kendra, Dancer of Winter whispers to Gero, "Don't make me send you home."

Yarith glares at Marcella and puffs up, looking like a large ball of fuzz more than anything now.

A low, contented growl arises within Shonjir's chest as he sniffs at Yarith.

Maligorn glances askance.

Xeii turns to Nelras with a slightly resigned, but gentle smile. "Best start before the occasion derails."

Protesting, Primus Gero says to Kendra, "I was fixing it!"

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science murmurs, "Peace for a wedding, friends."

Marcella crosses her arms expectantly.

Sublime Opus Nelras says to you, "Indeed. I have informed the Lady Isune that the guests have arrived."

Volucer soars in with a very large bundle that jangles funnily.

Primus Gero says to Volucer, "My favorite falcon."

Volucer clasps a fish wrapped in paper in his talons and leisurely consumes every morsel.

Volucer exclaims, "The best falcon in the Basin!"

Primus Gero laughingly says to Volucer, "I didn't say that, I said my favorite."

Gravely, you say to Volucer, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Ambassador Shonjir Shevat murmurs, "The most famous."

WIth a ruffled flapping of wings, Volucer says, "Same thing isn't it?"

Maligorn smiles softly.

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science asks Volucer, "You've been well I hope, comrade?"

Kendra smirks at Volucer.

Volucer stares implacably at Kendra.

Falaeron gives a fish wrapped in paper to Volucer.

Volucer clasps a fish wrapped in paper in his talons and leisurely consumes every morsel.

Primus Gero says to Volucer, "I heard there were falcons that gave away feathers to the Primus off in the west."

Volucer peers at Gero unscrupulously.

Volucer exclaims, "My feathers! I don't have many more left you know!"

Force Commander Maligorn Shevat says, "Enough to fly, though."

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science says to Volucer, "Quality over quantity, my friend!"

Shuffling around examining everyone carefully, Volucer says, "Is this everyone?"

Primus Gero looks thoughtful and says to Volucer, "Perhaps the Institute could apply our minds to the production of new artificial feathers."

Marcella n'Lochli, Dancer upon Sanguinary Mists murmurs to Gero, "Don't bother researching something already finished."

Wondir tilts her head and listens intently to you.

Sublime Opus Nelras says to Volucer, "We believe this is everyone."

Volucer exclaims to Gero, "Real shiny ones!"

Marcella n'Lochli, Dancer upon Sanguinary Mists murmurs to Gero, "Reverse-engineer Golden Frei, Windrider."

Marcella n'Lochli, Dancer upon Sanguinary Mists murmurs to Gero, "Fills the 'shiny' quota too."

Wondir grins mischievously at Marcella.

You say to Volucer, "Yes, I believe we can begin."

Volucer begins shuffling around handing out things from his large bundle.

Volucer says, "No touching these! Lady said so. Wait until the RIGHT time."

Volucer nods his head sagely.

You flicker curious shades of light green, your head tilting slightly.

Yarith smiles softly.

Force Commander Maligorn Shevat looks thoughtful and says, "As opposed to the left time?"

You smirk at Maligorn.

Shuffling over to Xeii and Nelras both, Volucer says, "You two don't get one yet. Surprises."

Shonjir flicks his tail, restless with curiosity.

Kendra snickers at Maligorn.

Airily, you say, "Surprises are delightful things."

Isune reappears on a ray of dawn's light with a warm smile for those in attendance.

Xeii

Noticing Volucer with a grin, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Ah then, was he behaved?"

Wondir nods her head sagely at Isune.

You say, "Quite so, Lady."

Quietly, Sublime Opus Nelras says, "Most definitely, Lady Isune. He has also distributed...something to the guests, although I do not know what."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Good, right then, Volucer, guard those treasures a moment longer, dear?"

With a wicked smile and twinkling in Her eyes, Isune, the Aesthete says to Nelras, "Well, of course, what good is a surprise for you and your bride if you knew?"

Chuckling, you say to Nelras, "No good at all, of course."

With only a hint of resignation in his voice, Sublime Opus Nelras says, "Of course, yes. It would not be a surprise otherwise."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Assembled and honoured guests and witnesses, before we begin, do restrain your pets and mounts that we may all focus upon the occasion. As well, I expect a peaceful observance of the ceremony."

After all pets and most transplanar devices were detached...

With some measure of steel to Her voice though Her eyes remain joyous and polite, Isune, the Aesthete says, "I have promised peace to My dear Nelras for this happy occasion and that should be our focus. For is it not their joining that brought us together? Let us not deter from it. Now, with that..."

Isune languorously waves Her hand through the air, illusory motes of prismatic light coalescing about Her fingertips. Hovering briefly about Her arm in ever-changing helices, the motes abruptly scatter throughout the surroundings to create several gracefully-draping ribbons of orange, carmine, and violet, their sunset hues billowing whimsically with the air currents.

Isune withdraws a brimming handful of fragrant red rose petals from the confines of Her pouch, dispersing it across the wedding dais. The romantic redolence of Aviary-cultivated roses wafts through the air, suffusing the atmosphere with impossibly delicate floral nuances.

Isune claims Her official place upon the crystalline dais before Nelras and you, smiling warmly at them before lifting Her gaze to the audience.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Collectivists and friends, we have gathered here today to witness the joining ot two lives in marriage and Harmony. We celebrate the union of Nelras and Xeii this day."

As Isune speaks, the vicinity is flooded with the sublime beauty of the aurora, which illuminates Her and arcs languidly through the air to include you and your beloved in a corona of indigo, lavender, and champagne light.

Isune closes Her eyes briefly in light meditation. As the seconds pass, a swift breeze picks up, coursing airily across the dais, scattering several petals before dancing through an array of wind chimes suspended high above. The glass-wrought chimes tinkle musically in romantic cadences, the zephyr composing a lilting, joyous wedding melody that rises and falls, reminiscent of a capricious springtime gale.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "It need not be iterated that wedding vows are not to be taken lightly. They are among the strongest of bonds, the deepest of promises, the staunchest of oaths."

Despite all the beauty around her that normally would have claimed her attention, Xeii's eyes remain upon Nelras alone. She nods resolutely as Isune speaks.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "For it may come to pass that in the course of our lives, we find ourselves resonating more profoundly and perfectly with certain people, our minds reaching a greater accord with theirs. With one person in particular, we may well find that we feel stronger and more complete together than we would apart. In their presence we feel most strongly the Higher Emotions of love, compassion, and dedication."

Wondir bites her lip and bears a somewhat goofy grin.

Nelras cannot help but smile as the Goddess speaks, however his eyes remain upon you.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Such harmony existed between no less than the Elder Gods Trillillial and Xyl, who sharded into the races of trill and lucidian. Their devotion to each other proved so strong that the races they created have inherited that selfsame harmony and have come together to establish the floating wonder that is our beautiful city and the great society that is the Collective."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "In that spirit of achieving mutual understanding and collaboration with each other, we gather here today to celebrate the harmony and happiness that Nelras and Xeii have found in their union."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "For only through the creation of harmony can true Beauty be achieved, whether in art or in life, for only when all elements are in their proper place can they bring pleasure and peace to the senses and the heart. Only in harmony with each other's sorrows and successes alike can we experience true Compassion for each other's struggle. And only in harmony with the cause that we serve can we Sacrifice our time, our hearts, and even our lives for a cause greater than ourselves."

Isune extends Her hands high above Her head and opens Her palms skyward, as if to capture the faint glimmer of the distant stars within Her hands. Then, with a deft flick of Her wrist, She makes a gesture as though scattering flower petals. From Her uplifted hands, airy motes of silvery starlight stream toward Nelras and you, wreathing them in a luminous corona of pale radiance.

You close your eyes and inhale deeply, absorbing the scent of your surroundings.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Nelras and Xeii, know that in pledging your union today, you also pledge to share the beauty, understanding, and selflessness of true harmony not merely with each other, but also with the Collective that you have faithfully and steadfastly served. If it is your wish to make this pledge, then please step forward."

Xeii smiles at Nelras before taking a measured step towards Isune.

Nelras steps forward without hesitation.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Will you seek every day to appreciate and understand the Beauty in each other's achievementrs and within each others' soul?"

You say, "I will."

Echoing Xeii's words, Sublime Opus Nelras says, "I will."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Will you strive to share each other's dreams and burdens in Compassion, so that your spirits may grow strong and your dreams take wing?"

Sublime Opus Nelras says, "I will."

You say, "I will."

Isune whispers a few soft words and gathers another handful of fragrant rose petals form Her pouch. A quiet, murmurous zephyr wafts in from the west in response. The delicate colours and scnets of springtime suffuse the air as the zephyr carries the rose petals upward in a graceful, spiralling coloumn of wind around Nelras and you, surrounding them with the promise of new life and growth.

Maligorn nods solemnly.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Will you defend and protect each other in times of trouble, even Sacrificing your own well-being for each other's happiness, if need be?"

Sublime Opus Nelras says, "I will."

You say, "I will."

Isune spreads Her arms wide, causing the banks of clouds roiling about the vicinity to shift and part. A wisp of pure, pristine white cloud slowly drifts forward, reflecting the ambient light in a veil of rainbow brightness. Moving in gentle eddies, it gradually settles around the feet of Nelras and you.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "The couple has prepared vows they wish to share as well."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Let us bear witness to the vow of Nelras."

Motes of errant sunlight gather close to your beloved as though attending to his every word.

Somewhat formally at first, Sublime Opus Nelras says, "Here we stand, before mortals and Divine, as we acknowledge what we have known for a long time now. Two songs we have sung, brought together in harmony. Now, we come to the end of what has been written, but this is not a time of ending."

Nelras says, "Now we shall compose a new song for ourselves, one I shall sing with you forever more," his voice taking on an almost mellifluous quality even as he speaks of singing.

Smiling fondly as he remembers shared memories, Sublime Opus Nelras says, "We need not discard the old scores, for we shall weave them into the new. Memories, hopes and dreams, all are interwoven as we write our song. All of these things, I give to you."

Nelras lowers his voice slightly, saying, "My love and my joy, I give to you, but also my fears, my anger and my pain. All of these, I give to you, for I shall withhold nothing." While he speaks these words in quieter rones, it is clear that he does not hesitate to speak them.

Warmly, Sublime Opus Nelras says, "I love you, Xeii."

You gaze at Nelras as waves of joy wash over you, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Let us bear witness to the vow of Xeii."

Motes of errant sunlight gather close to you as though attending to your every word.

Xeii raises her head slowly and turns to face Nelras. Her voice is calm and measured, though her entire body glows soft, sunset hues as she begins to speak.

You say to Nelras, "Fate works in strange ways, indeed. Here we stand, Libretto and Opus, daughter of Xyl and son of Trillillial, one whose story has much to be written and one already with many stories to his name."

You say to Nelras, "Today we are to be wife and husband as well, two twining narratives blooming upon one stage. There will be joy - oh yes, I trust there will be much joy in the years to come. As it is with all lives and stories, there will no doubt be pain, as well."

Xeii takes both Nelras's hands in hers, her eyes never leaving his. Her grip is steady and her voice resolute. "But let us feel all we can feel, my love, even pain, for we have each other to lean on - to share wisdom and strength and carve a path that is good through this life." 

 

Now Xeii's voice softens, and she takes a step closer to him. "Let us trust each other, as long as our threads remain upon the Tapestry," she says. Briefly, she allows her eyes to flutter closed. The words she speaks when they open once more have an airier, more crystalline quality to them - words that come from her core.

You say to Nelras, "I give to you all these - my happiness, my tears, my anger and my fears. And with them I give you my heart."

You say to Nelras, "I love you, Nelras."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "If you have prepared rings or other tokens of your marriage, you may exchange them now."

Nelras withdraws his hands from yours, placing a carved band of marble and gold on an outstretched palm.

Nelras waves his hand over the ring and it begins to glow with a soft light. As he removes his hand, the surface of the ring can be seen to be covered in minute musical notation, the golden bars around the rims transformed momentarily into the lines of a stave before the light dissipates completely.

Nelras gives a carved band of marble and gold to you.

Xeii takes a ring of the same design, placing it on her left palm.

A stream of glacial blue sparkles appears as Xeii waves her hand over it, followed by delicate ribbons of dawn hues that twine with it and swiftly wrap around the wedding band like flames. For a moment, its marble surface glows a deeper rose before the illusion fades with a last icy twinkle.

You give a carved band of marble and gold to Nelras.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Nelras and Xeii, here before us have you come to pledge your union, and here by us is your union witnessed. May you find beauty, harmony and happiness in your new life together, and may your marriage bring honour and glory to the Collective."

You reach out and touch a canopy of cloud gossamer and silken starlight.

At your fingertips, a streamer of soft lavender colour streaks across the canopy's panorama of the sky, bathing you in prismatic light.

With a wistful look on his face, Nelras touches a canopy of cloud gossamer and silken starlight.

At Nelras's fingertips, a streamer of twilight blue colour streaks across the canopy's panorama of the sky, bathing him in prismatic light.

Suddenly, the flickering lights shift in hue, brightening to the exuberant pinks and golds of the early dawn to herald the start of you and your beloved's new life together.

Smiling, Isune pulls upon the golden tassels of the canopy to shroud you and your beloved from sight. All at once, a flock of superb fairy wrens cries out overhead in joyous celebration, their talons releasing a blanket of white rose petals upon those gathered before departing skyward. The canopy's curtain parts to shower you both in the flurry of blossoms, flush with delight as Isune declares you finally wed!

Smiling joyously, Isune, the Aesthete says, "May I present to you the newly wedded couple, Nelras and Xeii."

Happily flapping and practically crowing with excitement, Volucer exclaims, "PULL your birdcages now!"

Wondir hums a low note of joy and approval, her eyes bright with love and shining with a fierce pride.

Celebrating the marriage of Nelras and Xeii, a myriad of prismatic birds escapes as a covered birdcage disappears, nothing more than illusion. Woven from light and the hues at dawn, the iridescent flock soars into the firmament where the avians eventually burst one by one into shimmering motes.

Seven birdcages faded into seven flocks, the birds of each flock painting the night sky in twilit brilliance with their glow.

Force Commander Maligorn Shevat says, "Ooh."

Kendra's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.

You whisper, "Ohh......"

Marcella n'Lochli, Dancer upon Sanguinary Mists murmurs, "Impressive. Quasi-real. Explains the weightlessness. Phantasm-branch, then..."

Force Commander Maligorn Shevat says, "Welcome to the Basin of Life, newly married couple."

Xeii

And so food was distributed and gifts were given, with one special, musical creation from the bride's honorary sister herself.

Turning Her attention, Isune, the Aesthete says to Wondir, "Ah, well, if there is to be music, I shall stay a while longer?"

A twinkle of amusement glitters from the Lady Aesthete's eyes as Her mouth curls into a grin.

Wondir blushes furiously.

You tell Primus Gero, "After the song, let us get it fixed."

Gero urges Wondir onwards.

With a mischievous grin, Sublime Opus Nelras Shevat says to Wondir, "It appears that waiting may not be so likely as you thought."

Wondir coughs nervously more out of habit than need, "Would anyone be so brave as to improvise an accompaniment?"

You grin mischievously at Nelras.

You begin to wield a baroque violin of antique silver and pearl inlay in your right hand.

Nelras grins mischievously at you.

You cease wielding an ethereal rose of iridescent crystal in your left hand.

Nelras begins to wield an aesthetic viola of aurora borealis crystal in his left hand.

You slip into an ethreal rose of iridescent crystal.

The corners of Wondir's mouth turns up as she grins mischievously.

Showing that she understands, Wondir nods her head slowly.

You ask Wondir, "What key is it?"

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science looks thoughtful and says to you, "It starts in C major and shifts subtly, best to be felt."

Nodding, you say, "C it is."

Nelras nods his head.

Xeii draws her bow across the instrument, playing a simple note and letting it hang, waiting for voice to give it colour.

Wondir softly vocalizes a few wordless bars to give you a head start, her face transforming with the introduction of song.

In a gentle lilt, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From budding blossom to the sun, I fear this growth that has begun..."

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From the sun to bud below, what Beauty you have yet to show!"

With a grin, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From dewdrop to reticent bud, your journey here is one I've loved."

Xeii plays in the lower registers so as to let Wondir's timbre shine brighter, a smile appearing on her face as she listens.

Bursting open, the clouds in the sky release a light pitter-patter of rain.

Nelras joins in as the song begins, playing softly and in harmony as to make sure that he does not overpower the song.

With a wink, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From bud to dewdrop lit by dawn, you make me wish to grow beyond."

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From bud to brilliant morning light, I fear the parting of my might."

Smile growing, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From morning to a trembling bud, ...I feel your strength, you have misjudged."

Isune smiles softly at the duet, Her fingers gently tapping the air to the beat.

Marcella looks up the the rain, placing her shield over her head as she scans the skies.

Motioning to note the shift in key, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "Quaking, said the blushing rose, how could I leave myself exposed?"

Xeii smoothly transitions from one key to the other, her violin taking on gentler tones.

A blush colouring her cheeks, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "Smiling softly, sky replies, how could you life your whole life closed?"

With evident joy, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "The garden inhaled deeply, taking in the scented sighs."

Nelras holds the previous key for but a moment, as if not wishing to relinquish the purity of sound it holds. Quickly, however, he shifts to the correct key.

Isune spares a bemused glance at Marcella then gestures just overhead, casting a radiant, dawn-hued umbrella over the group temporarily.

Laughing at the rain, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "Escaping through the parting petals of a rose bloom realized."

Softly, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "I offer you my open heart, she whispered to the air."

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "The breezes gave a soft caress, the sun a joyous flare."

Slowing her playing considerably, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From blooming rose to honey bee, 'What now has brought you near?'"

With an evident closing rhythm, Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science sings, "From bee to beauteous garden rose, 'the sweetness of your courage, dear.'"

Xeii closes her eyes as her playing slows, allowing the notes to fill the air like perfume.

Wondir curtseys gracefully.

You applaud Wondir heartily.

Wondir embraces you with great ardour.

Wondir hugs Nelras compassionately.

Marcella n'Lochli, Dancer upon Sanguinary Mists murmurs, "That was very good for an improvisation."

You whisper to Wondir, "It was beautiful. Truly beautiful."

Nelras slows down as the song comes to its end, allowing the notes to linger for but a moment before he finds himself unable to play.

Simply, Ambassador Shonjir Shevat says, "Splendid."

Wondir beams broadly at Marcella.

Sublime Opus Nelras Shevat whispers to Wondir, "Thank you, for the song and for being here."

Issune offers gentle applause for both Wondir and you and a pleased, "Well done to you both. I am indeed glad I stayed a while longer."

Wondir bounces up and down.

Junior Fellow Wondir, Master of Temporal Science says to Isune, "Thank you, Lady Aesthete!"

Nelras ceases to wield an aesthetic viola of aurora borealis crystal in his left hand.

You cease wielding a baroque violin of antique silver and pearl inlay in your right hand.

You say to Nelras, "Before we forget.."

Nelras smiles softly at you.

You slip into a carved band of marble and gold.

Nelras slips into a carved band of marble and gold.

Shonjir's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Shonjir releases a swirling stream of sparkling essence into the air above him.

The corners of your mouth turn u as you grin mischievously.

Apologetically, Isune, the Aesthete says, "And now, I must depart, dear ones. Congratulations once more, Nelras and Xeii, may your union be just the Beginning of many more wonderful memories."

Primus Gero says, "Oh right."

Primus Gero says, "I meant to do this."

Gero plants the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 on the ground, feverishly pusing the buttons along its side in a clicking melody. As the sparkatron flashes, rumbles and whirls in reponse, coloured sparks begin to fly out of the contraption. Aiming a well-placed kick at a flashing red button, Gero covers his ears as a bright ball of flaming sparks shoots up into the air.

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Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says to Volucer, "Come along as well."

Xeii's dark, rich voice blooms into peals of melodious laughter.

Gero plants the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 on the ground, feverishly pusing the buttons along its side in a clicking melody. As the sparkatron flashes, rumbles and whirls in reponse, coloured sparks begin to fly out of the contraption. Aiming a well-placed kick at a flashing red button, Gero covers his ears as a bright ball of flaming sparks shoots up into the air.

 
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Volucer begins to follow Isune.

Gero plants the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 on the ground, feverishly pusing the buttons along its side in a clicking melody. As the sparkatron flashes, rumbles and whirls in reponse, coloured sparks begin to fly out of the contraption. Aiming a well-placed kick at a flashing red button, Gero covers his ears as a bright ball of flaming sparks shoots up into the air.

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Isune grins mischievously at Gero.

Wondir grins mischievously at Volucer.

Volucer chirps happily.

Gero plants the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 on the ground, feverishly pusing the buttons along its side in a clicking melody. As the sparkatron flashes, rumbles and whirls in reponse, coloured sparks begin to fly out of the contraption. Aiming a well-placed kick at a flashing red button, Gero covers his ears as a bright ball of flaming sparks shoots up into the air.

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Gero plants the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 on the ground, feverishly pusing the buttons along its side in a clicking melody. As the sparkatron flashes, rumbles and whirls in reponse, coloured sparks begin to fly out of the contraption. Aiming a well-placed kick at a flashing red button, Gero covers his ears as a bright ball of flaming sparks shoots up into the air.

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Wondir laughs melodically at Gero.

Nelras laughs, before turning to you and whispering, "Should we?"

Volucer exclaims, "Bye now!"

Enfolding prismatic wings, Isune evanesces into gossamer ribbons of iridescent light resembling colourful, soaring brids.

Volucer rips open an uneven portal and darts through with a flutter of wings before it snaps shut behind him.

Gero plants the Gnomish Fizgigo Sparkatron 9000 on the ground, feverishly pusing the buttons along its side in a clicking melody. As the sparkatron flashes, rumbles and whirls in reponse, coloured sparks begin to fly out of the contraption. Aiming a well-placed kick at a flashing red button, Gero covers his ears as a bright ball of flaming sparks shoots up into the air.

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Xeii

Stuff used, forgot to post.

wedding rings:

The entirety of this wide band has been crafted from lustrous marble, an understated elegance seen within its pearlescent hue and fine veins of pale rose. Valleys run around the circumference of the band in a graceful slant; the blushing marble rises and falls without end like ocean waves, and a thin lining of gold at the top and bottom rims glimmers in the available light like sun-kissed water. The same burnished metal lines the inside of the band, and upon closer examination two symbols--a treble clef and a bass clef--can be seen, etched into the gold with a light and attentive hand.

the suit:

Fashioned from fine ivory satin, this evening suit has been tailored to cut an attractively slender figure. The tailcoat is single-breasted and single-buttoned, its shoulders crisp and broad without appearing too roomy or wide, its lapels fashionably notched and adorned with a single treble clef on the left-hand side. A brocade waistcoat of muted honey gold sit beneath the jacket, delicate silver mandalas blossoming and fading upon the fabric as the surrounding light touches it. The shirt is woven from a soft, pale grey material like wisps of smoke about to disperse upon a breeze, and at the neck a cravat has been tied neatly into a bow; its colour is a snowy white cooler than the creamy hues of the tailcoat and trousers. To match the decoration on the lapel, a bass clef, fashioned from gold for the treble clef's gold thread, fastens each cuff of the tailcoat closed.

veil&tunic&skirt:

Heavy silk tulle has been infused with a touch of essence to emit a soft, warm glow, which is only enhanced by the surrounding light falling upon the fabric. The veil is gathered at the top to form a tight cap, from which descends thick folds long enough to form a train behind the wearer's feet. The veil's borders are adorned with a swirling latticework of thick gold thread; upon five unending strands of gold are sprinkled countless dewdrops of golden beryl, as well as more elaborate gemstone symbols any musician would immediately recognize. 

Made from several layers of gossamer silk, this essence-infused tunic is sewn in a loose yet flattering fit and emits a gentle, rippling glow

whenever light touches it. The shape of the sleeves resemble an upturned calla lily, and the low neckline is a languidly graceful arc evocative

of an inverted musical slur. The latter is bare of adornments as opposed to the borders of the sleeves and bodice, which are decorated with

swirling latticework and images done in thick gold thread. Whereas the sleeves are adorned with blossoming, diamond-dewdrop sprinkled roses,

the bodice acts as vellum for a musical score that spells out a melody as exquisite as its embroidered form.

Made from several layers of gossamer silk, this essence-infused skirt feels as light and airy as a spring breeze. Whenever light touches the skirt, it glows softly, flickering like candlelight when the wind brushes against it. Clean, straight lines and pleats give it a sophisticated appearance, which is enhanced by the images and symbols that liberally adorn the hem. Lines upon lines of golden thread circle the fabric like sets of musical staves, upon which are sprinkled countless dewdrops of beryl and diamond, swirling clefs and graceful slurs. The score upon the skirt is interrupted by a veritable tower of golden roses, which climb up the right-hand of the skirt, elegantly obscuring its seam. Some are budding and some are in full bloom, most are spangled with minuscule diamond cabochons, like drops of refreshing rain. As they climb higher, the roses grow smaller in number, exposing more of the artistically curled stem and delicate leaves.