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The Wedding of Zyphora Windwhisper and Entrias Pavok
Shaddus
, the Leper MessiahOutside your window.
Everiine said: The reason population is low isn't because there are too many orgs. It's because so many facets of the game are outright broken and protected by those who benefit from it being that way. An overabundance of gimmicks (including game-breaking ones), artifacts that destroy any concept of balance, blatant pay-to-win features, and an obsession with convenience that makes few things actually worthwhile all contribute to the game's sad decline.
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An uneven portal rips open the air and a falcon of massive proportions flutters through on unreliable wings before the rift snaps shut once more.
Volucer bobs his head formally.
Ollie pats Volucer in a friendly manner.
Volucer stretches his neck languidly, lavishing the attention.
Entrias tilts his head curiously at Volucer.
Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.
Volucer clears his throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.
You beam broadly at Volucer.
Volucer tilts his head curiously at you.
Before the Matrix.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Long, lean, and vibrating with barely-contained energy, a greyhound sniffs about here. A statue of Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix stands here, memorializing his noble spirit. Radiating with an incandescent brilliance, the Matrix floats within the circular walkway, slowly turning and revealing flowering geometric patterns. Wind whipping through his wings, Fraesic Sunfar, Keeper of the Matrix is here, face upturned to the chill breeze. There are 10 Sentinel Deputy Commissars here. There are 10 Guardians of the Dodecahedron here. A majestic onyx obelisk rises from the centre of a polished ring of silver, bolts of icy white energy arcing between the two. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. The Temporal Omnihedron floats about here, continually changing its arrangement. Her blue feathered tail curling between four fearsome legs, a pristine chimaera with glowing white wings crouches quietly within her surroundings. An enormous falcon nervously talons the ground, wings mantling. Bobbing its head back and forth, a rotund piebald pigeon walks about here. Frantically trying to flap its bald wings, a small baby pigeon flops about here. Ciaran is here. He wields a glacial platinum tower shield in his left hand and a delicate crystal staff in his right. Pejat is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields a worn lute in his left hand. Shedrin is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields a Cloud of Contemplation in his left hand and an amethyst domothean scalpel in his right. Orbiting around his head are several spinning crystals. Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer is here. Ollie Feyranti is here. He wields an elegant jet black viola in his left hand and a glacial platinum tower shield in his right. Vivet is leaning her cheek on her hand as she thinks deeply. She wields an onyx domothean scalpel in her left hand and a reinforced door shield in her right. Orbiting around her head are several spinning crystals. Aeden is here, pondering thoughtfully. He wields a delicate crystal staff in his left hand and a large frost-rimed shield in his right.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest.
With a flourish of her arm, Vivet bows deeply.
Shedrin's crystalline form shifts to a cool sky-blue colour as he looks about.
In a comically formal tone, Volucer says to Entrias, "Sir, I am to escort you to the Aviary as your bird of honour."
Pejat says to Shedrin, "The book is not a story but rather a compilation of information. A play about that would be highly boring."
Ollie puts his fingers in his mouth and lets out a high-pitched whistle.
A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings trots in with head high.
You grin mischievously at Entrias.
A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings begins to follow Ollie obediently.
Volucer's ears perk up as his attention turns towards a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings.
Bowing formally, Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says, "Thank you, sir. Shall I lead the way?"
You smile and say to Entrias, "It's time then?"
Entrias nods his head.
Ollie Feyranti says, "Time for Entrias to lose all freedom."
You beam broadly.
Ollie points boldly towards the horizon and declares in a proud tone, "Onward!"
Aeden sucks thoughtfully on his teeth.
Entrias looks at Ollie skeptically and says, "Pssshhhh..."
You smile and say, "Do we all head to the Aviary now then?"
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "That would seem prudent."
<< move to Hallifax's gardens >>
An uneven portal rips open the air and a falcon of massive proportions flutters through on unreliable wings before the rift snaps shut once more.
Transcendental Aviary.
Banks of clouds roil about here. Arching fountains suffuse this well-tended garden, its flora marked by perfect symmetry. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. Her blue feathered tail curling between four fearsome legs, a pristine chimaera with glowing white wings crouches quietly within her surroundings. Thrusting his curved tusks in the air, a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings stomps about here. There are 8 Clarramore cream cakes here. There are 4 classic strawberry short cakes here. There are 4 slice of carrot cakes slathered with cream cheese frosting here. There are 4 buttermilk spice cakes with cream cheese frosting here. There are 6 perching dragon lava cakes here. An enormous falcon nervously talons the ground, wings mantling. There are 31 cheesecake-stuffed strawberries on a platters here. There are 19 platters of salmon fillet covered in a buttery cream sauce here. There are 6 persipan crepes topped with cream here. The Temporal Omnihedron floats about here, continually changing its arrangement. Pecking at the ground, a grey pigeon scavenges for food here. Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer is here. Primus Vivet Pavok is here. She wields an onyx domothean scalpel in her left hand and a reinforced door shield in her right. Orbiting around her head are several spinning crystals. High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat is here, wreathed in crackling bolts of icy white lightning. He wields a Cloud of Contemplation in his left hand and an amethyst domothean scalpel in his right. Orbiting around his head are several spinning crystals. Ollie Feyranti is here. He wields an elegant jet black viola in his left hand and a glacial platinum tower shield in his right.
You see exits leading northeast, southeast, southwest, northwest, and up.
Entrias peers about himself unscrupulously.
You hum a happy tune.
Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.
Ollie Feyranti says to Volucer, "You should teach me how to do that."
Volucer says to Ollie, "It is very complicated."
Volucer says, "I would teach you, but I would have to charge." He ponders this. "With salmon."
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says to Ollie, "It would likely tear you limb from limb with divine energies. Or turn you into a cake."
Volucer glances askance.
Ollie ponders a platter of assorted cheeses thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
Ollie Feyranti says to Volucer, "How about cheese?"
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I believe the process is comparable to inverting a sphere."
High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Proposition."
High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Announce on the city aether."
Volucer's ears perk up as his attention turns towards Shedrin.
Volucer tsks quietly.
You say, "Ah, picking up more refreshments I think."
Ciaran enters from the southeast, emanating an aura of immense power.
Ollie gives a pained sigh.
Ollie Feyranti says, "More Pavok."
Entrias arrives from the northeast.
Volucer languidly stretches out his wings, his beak fiddling with a bowtie that, scowling, he finally discards.
High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says to Entrias, "Shall you announce this event on the city aether?"
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says, "Regrettably, no salmon to be had."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Ollie points accusingly at a platter of salmon fillet covered in a buttery cream sauce.
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says to Shedrin, "Would you mind doing it, perhaps?"
Volucer's ears perk up with a sudden interest.
A thunderclap amidst forks of white lightning announces the entrance of a scintillating gold thunderbird from the southwest.
Irillia arrives, following Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete.
Platinum white feathers flutter in on a perfumed wind, dancing about Zyphora as she glides in from the southwest.
High Exemplar Shedrin Shevat says, "Very well."
Zyphora curtseys gracefully.
Entrias beams broadly at Zyphora.
She is a feathered cloud trill artistic demigoddess and of graceful, refined bearing, the vainglorious tilt to her chin gentled only by an evocative softness of expression and beguiling serenity of gesture. Of willowy, feminine stature, her mien is gossamer and delicate as the dawn's first breath of light, her complexion of palest, sun-blanched gold. High-swept cheeks and slender features characterise her avian countenance, dominated by dark-lashed eyes of peregrine tilt. Limned with kohl and iridescent golden inks, her eyes possess an ephemeral iridescence of colour that remains enigmatic in shade, shifting between tenebrous indigo and glacial sapphire with the wavering stroke of ambient light. Crowning her head is a magnificent crest of magnolia-white, barely touched with champagne, cascading unfettered to her waist in a remarkable wealth of long, curling plumes. Invoking the image of elaborate calligraphic flourishes as they fan the air, her wings unfurl from betwixt her shoulder blades, echoing the pale, pearlescent hues of the plumes upon her head - the feathers of her wings are edged in gold and bronze vermeil, coruscating with captured light. She is wearing gold-filigreed prayer beads of dawn-cast jewels, the Medallion of Beauty, a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz, stained glass prayer beads of the Lady Aesthete, an elegant satchel embroidered with skyblooms, a whimsical bluebell coin pouch, an aethereal wedding gown of iridescent white satin, pearly slippers of ivory silk and an exquisite sheer white veil.
Volucer bows respectfully to Zyphora.
Irillia curtseys gracefully.
You look at an aethereal wedding gown of iridescent white satin that Zyphora is wearing:
This aethereal wedding gown is sewn from sumptuous bolts of lustrous
satin, the material a soft cloud-white in hue; its faint, aurulent
iridescence is redolent of the airy evening mists, serenely brushing
past the towering spires of Hallifax. Fashioned with an elegant
sweetheart neckline that traces graceful contours over the decolletage,
the bust of this gown is accented by a high empire waist, a satin ribbon
of dusk-gold acting as a sash. The band is adorned with intricate, deft
embroidery of fiery crimson thread, coalescing into the shapes of
bird-of-paradise blooms, imbued with the nuances of a sunset ablaze. The
gown is tailored to trail gently across the ground, with the
crimson-embroidered hem echoing the deep auroral gold of the waistband.
The back, however, is the true defining point of this luxurious wedding
gown; cut into a split-back design, a swath of matching gold fans out
from the waist to starkly contrast the snowy fields of the surrounding
white satin. Gracing the border of the fanning satin, elaborate floral
designs cascade downwards to flourish into a veritable bird-of-paradise
grove upon the stately chapel train, dragging elegantly behind the gown
by nearly three feet. The torso bears a corseted back, allowing the
dress to be adjusted to the curves of the feminine form with darkly
aureate ribbons. Glistening with the transient brush of light,
embellishments of shimmering diamonds and nacreous seed pearls are set
into ornate embroidery in white thread, the ephemeral patterns nearly
invisible unless presented at the proper angle; the needlework graces
the bust of the gown, curling around the torso to end at the base of the
corseted back. Ensconcing the figure in soft cloud-white and sunset
fabrics, this gown is intended to evoke and lend emphasis to the natural
radiance of a bride upon her wedding day.
You look at an exquisite sheer white veil that Zyphora is wearing:
Intricately woven, and delicately thin, white gold is circularly formed
to rest upon the wearer's crown. Many layers of sheer silk flow down
from the twisted gold to the waist. Trimmed with sparkling diamonds, the
silk appears to float down the wearer's back.
(Hallifax): Shedrin says, "Citizens."
(Hallifax): Shedrin says, "Join us in the Transcendental Aviary."
(Hallifax): Shedrin says, "For the marriage of two of your peers."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Tidings, Collectivists."
With a flourish of her arm, Vivet bows deeply.
Ollie Feyranti whispers to Volucer, "I'll slip you some in exchange of lessons."
Ollie winks conspiratorially at Volucer.
Volucer chirps happily.
Volucer says to Zyphora, "Greetings. I am serving tonight as the brid of honour."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Volucer exclaims, "Bird!"
Zyphora gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Volucer says, "Not the bride."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Perfect."
Volucer blushes furiously.
Irillia gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Minister Irillia Shevat, Scion of Beauty says, "I was about to ask..."
Minister Irillia Shevat, Scion of Beauty says, "Volucer, you are a perfect bird of honour, but you would be a terrible bride."
Tisianna arrives from the northeast.
In a conspiratory whisper, Volucer says to Irillia, "I do not think I would like wearing a gown."
Zeliek arrives from the northeast.
Pejat arrives from the northeast.
Volucer flashes Tisianna a joyous smile.
Entrias beams broadly at Tisianna.
Raising his hand in greeting, Zeliek says "Hi!"
Tisianna curtseys gracefully.
Entrias gives a faceted amethyst iris to Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete.
Zyphora gives Tisianna a peck on the cheek.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Zyphora flashes Entrias a joyous smile.
Tisianna's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Tisianna gives Zyphora a peck on the cheek.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete tucks the iris amidst her crest of feathers.
Ollie Feyranti says, "Unfortunate the Dame isn't here."
Volucer says, "Is everybirdie here?"
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says, "Indeed, a pity."
Junior Fellow Zeliek says, "Who is getting married?"
Entrias smiles softly at Volucer.
Volucer chirps happily.
Zeliek peers about himself unscrupulously.
Volucer says to Zeliek, "Me and Entrias."
Zyphora gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
The corners of Irillia's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
Zeliek blinks.
Zeliek takes a deep breath as the crystal surface of his face softens and shifts in colour, a muted glow appearing within.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete laughingly says to Volucer, "Don't steal my fiance right in front of me!"
You smile and say to Zeliek, "Entrias of House Pavok is marrying Lady Zyphora of House Windwhisper."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper giggles softly.
Volucer hums innocently to himself.
Comprehension flashes across Zeliek's face.
Ciaran surreptitiously edges towards the strawberry platters.
Entrias stares implacably at Ciaran.
Excitement courses through you as your body pulses from cheerful ruby to gentle cerulean then to a warm topaz before repeating.
Ciaran grabs protectively at cheesecake-stuffed strawberries on a platter.
Ollie Feyranti says to Ciaran, "No wonder you are so slow when running around in Mysrai's realm."
Ollie snickers softly to himself.
Volucer says, "Shall I tell the Lady to make a fashionable entrance or are we awaiting anyone?"
You grin mischievously at Ollie.
Volucer tilts his head curiously.
Ciaran says to Ollie, "Not much worth running from around there."
**********************[ THE GRAND DOMINION OF HALLIFAX ]***********************
Citizen Rank Position CT
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Zyphora Marquessa City Aide On
Doman Viscount On
Ushaara Marquis Minister of Trade On
Vivet Countess Board of Directors On
Skye Laborer On
Tisianna Serf On
Ollie Marquis City Aide On
Entrias Viscount Chancellor On
Pejat Serf On
Zeliek Serf On
Shedrin Marquis City Aide On
Irillia Marquessa Minister of Cultural Aff On
Ciaran Marquis Steward On
*******************************************************************************
Currently, there are 13 Citizens on this Plane and 1 on other Planes.
You see the following people here:
Shedrin, Pejat, Vivet, Zeliek, Irillia, Tisianna, Entrias, Zyphora, Ciaran, Ollie, Ushaara
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "I do not believe there is anyone else we are waiting on."
"Heh heh heh" Ollie chuckles.
Ciaran says, "I don't run from things, I run to them."
Batting at Ciaran's hands, Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says, "After the wedding, uncle. Not before, you'll muss your suit."
Today is the 22nd of Avechary, 352 years after the Coming of Estarra. The phase of the moon is the Waning Gibbous.
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "I believe we are all assembled, correct."
Entrias nods his head.
Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says to Volucer, "We await your Lady's presence with bated breath."
Volucer pauses for a moment, then sneezes as a tiny mote of light alights upon his beak.
Motes of gentle, clear light blink into life, gradually coalescing into the form of Isune.
Ciaran breathes into his cupped hand suspiciously.
Ollie's eyes widen in disbelief as he softly exclaims, "Whoa."
Irillia kneels before Isune, swearing her allegiance to Her.
You give Isune a respectful salute.
Entrias kneels before Isune, swearing his allegiance to Her.
Isune's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Vivet bows respectfully to Isune.
"Yo!" Ollie exclaims cheerfully as he waves to Isune.
Zyphora curtseys gracefully before Isune.
Zeliek raises his hand in greeting to Isune and says "Hi!"
Entrias stands up and stretches his arms out wide.
Entrias bops Ollie on the head.
Ciaran smiles softly.
Pejat kneels before Isune, swearing his allegiance to Her.
She is a radiant immortal and carries Herself with effortless grace, suffusing the space around Her with sparkling motes that twinkle like morning sunlight. Gazing about with the preoccupied inconstancy of an artist, Her eyes are a crystalline blue-green flecked with gold and rust, though often their colours are lost to an inherent glow that flares and dims with the slightest shift of mood. Lustrous feathers frame Her face and cascade down Her back in a mane of snowy-white, whimsically threaded with wisps of daylight and strung with frosted crystal decorations. Her high, prominent cheekbones, faintly hawkish nose, and full lips lend Her an aristocratic air which manages to complement rather than contrast Her sense of wispy, gossamer delicacy; Her form is slender, even fragile in build and appearance, and Her skin is fair to the point of translucence. Seemingly unconnected to Her, ephemeral and almost liquid wings which shimmer over with rainbows of colour like oil on water slowly sweep to and fro. Faint sparks of light drift within and about those wings in sporadic, yet intricate patterns, silently dancing around Her. She is wearing a crystal-beaded cloak of periwinkle and violet velvet, a snowflake preserved inside a gem of ice, a mist-woven gown twinkling with winter sunlight, a mist-emblazoned ring of smoky quartz, a crystalline rose of pure diamond and a bracelet of soothing twilight.
Isune leans close to Zyphora and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles radiantly at Isune, her cheeks flushed with rose.
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Time to aerocast westwind grief people."
Gazing about Her with a bright smile, Isune, the Aesthete says, "What an honour to preside over such an auspicious occasion. Few things bring such happiness to the Basin of Life as this."
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "I WILL END YOUR SOUL."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Oh yes, must turn on keepup breathing."
(The Assimilated): Zyphora says, "No, take on that healing blessing from a shrine and spam everyone out."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Sadly, I cannot, I am stuck with westwind."
Extending a hand, Isune, the Aesthete says to Volucer, "I believe you have a duty to perform, dear friend."
Comprehension flashes across Volucer's face.
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Are you sure you don't want to elope, Zyphora?"
Entrias looks up curiously.
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "That's for her next marriage."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "This one is an official wedding."
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Hmph."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Turn on gems, shrine powers, exalt aura, breathing, upkeep switchfate."
Volucer fiddles about his wings and brings out a shimmering bolt of silk with his beak. Bobbing his head, he brings it forward to Isune, who smiles and brings it close to Herself.
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Oh, I'm her starter husband?"
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Eh.. Starter is an overstatement."
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "Yes."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "More like warmup."
Isune ponders a folded gossamer canopy thoughtfully, looking it up and down.
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Hah."
Kissing him lightly on the forehead, Isune, the Aesthete says to Volucer, "You have done well, dear. You're a lovely bird of honour."
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.
Entrias nods solemnly.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper tilts her head curiously, her wings fluttering quietly behind her.
Volucer puffs up his chest proudly.
Entrias picks up a platter of salmon fillet covered in a buttery cream sauce.
Skye arrives from the northeast.
Entrias begins to wield a platter of salmon fillet covered in a buttery cream sauce in his left hand.
Ciaran sways back and forth.
Entrias tosses a platter of salmon fillet covered in a buttery cream sauce to Volucer, and he catches it nimbly.
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Ollie, go learn from Volucer."
Zyphora suddenly loses focus in her eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.
Zyphora releases a delicate paper dragon and it flutters into the air and around her, its charm dissolving into the air around her as the vellum disappears in tiny motes of dust.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Tsk, upkeep kirigami."
Isune, the Aesthete says, "Friends, Collectivists, artists and scientists, today we celebrate the marriage of two wonderful people, both of whom I am fortunate to call My followers."
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, ":/ zyphora needs kirigami for the wedding night? Seems legit."
Ciaran picks up an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
(The Assimilated): You say, "Haha, we need ironbeard to drunkenly show up now too."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "We celebrate the union of Zyphora and Entrias."
As Isune speaks, the vicinity is flooded with the sublime beauty of the aurora, which illuminates her and arcs languidly though the air to include Zyphora and Entrias in a corona of indigo, lavender, and champagne light.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete inclines her head reverently, her veil partially obscuring a soft smile.
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer blinks owlishly before nodding, amazement evident in his eyes.
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Moist."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Definitely the fanciest wedding we've had in hallifax already."
Skye blinks.
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "That's cause Zyphora aint basic."
Isune, the Aesthete says, "Marriage is not a light undertaking, by any means. It is the bonding of one soul to another, the epitome of Beauty in its complete perfection."
Entrias shuffles over to Zyphora and shyly takes her hand in his own.
Shifting Current Skye bows his head in respect towards Isune for a long moment before returning his attention to the proceedings.
Glorious grey wings arch behind Irillia, wrapping themselves about her with iridescent feathers glimmering with starlit silver.
You see the following people here:
Zeliek, Irillia, Zyphora, Pejat, Ciaran, Tisianna, Isune, Ollie, Entrias, Skye, Vivet, Shedrin, Ushaara
(The Assimilated): Vivet says, "Oh god, I hope my curio doesn't proc."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Which one is it?"
(The Assimilated): Vivet says, "Comet."
Ciaran leans forward intently.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Such Beauty was espoused by My sister, Trillillial, and Her mate, Xyl. May it be so espoused in you both as you make your vows here today."
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Step out, touch it, and step back ?"
Turning grandly to Her Avatar, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Let Us bear witness to the vow of Zyphora."
Motes of errant sunlight gather close to Zyphora as though attending to her every word.
(The Assimilated): Vivet says, "Yesod is down."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "As is good and proper, with the Lady first."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Woo, zyphora's up. no typo pressure!"
Ciaran smiles mischievously.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Dont' maek any typso."
(The Assimilated): Irillia says, "*gets ready with the tissues*."
Joy suddenly washes over you in waves, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete nods, turning towards Entrias. In a soft, though resonant voice, she says, "Entrias, you are a blessing upon my life. You offer safe haven from the turmoil of everyday trials, a sanctuary where harmony may renew itself once more. I will never be able to match the breadth and depth of the sacrifices you have made for me and for us."
Volucer nips playfully at a ray of sunlight before receiving a sharp glare from Isune.
Even more gently, Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "But as your wife, I will offer back to you what you have given me - a place to return to when you are suffering, a companion to engage when you are lonely, and love to last as long as you will have me."
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Ack, hers is better
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "No duh."
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "^."
Entrias smiles softly at Zyphora.
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Did you expect yours to be better?"
"Awwwww!" Volucer says.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "The wimmenz ones are always better."
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Isune's lips.
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "True. She's marrying down anyway."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Guys be like, I pledge to you this dick."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Please use it often and well."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete bows her head, the rose of her cheeks apparent through the veil that shrouds them.
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "I just chortled irl. geeze."
Isune leans close to Zyphora and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "K I'm gonna be quiet, I'm ruining the moment for Zyphora."
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Well-spoken indeed, My dear."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "She's off channel."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Ok good."
Turning slowly, Isune, the Aesthete says to Entrias, "Let Us bear witness to the vow of Entrias."
Motes of errant sunlight gather close to Entrias as though attending to his every word.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Should he accept the love that this fair lady offers him."
Wiping his brow with a small handkerchief, Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says, "I hadn't prepared a long vow at all. Perhaps my actions as a husband will speak for me."
Isune gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Volucer snickers softly to himself.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Isune disapproves."
Entrias clears his throat.
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "Lol."
The corners of Zeliek's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Isune will smite you."
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "Before the Lady Isune and those gathered, I pledge my life, loyalty and love to you, Zyphora Windwhisper. In you, I see Beauty, Compassion, and Sacrifice in equal measures, and I hope one day to be deserving of the gift you have bestowed upon me in this, our wedding."
You smile softly.
Entrias nods his head.
Ciaran smiles proudly at Entrias, eyes wide and moist with emotion.
(The Assimilated): Skye says, "Man, whenever Isune laughs trillingly like that, it just feels like she's jealous of her sister. Tsk."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Maybe she is."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Why don't you ask her."
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "ZAP."
(The Assimilated): You say, "There needs to be more 'proud' type emotes I can use."
(The Assimilated): Skye says, "Y'know, I'll let you."
Isune leans close to Entrias and gently lays a kiss upon his forehead.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Shedrin has no reason to ask."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Already cheating on Zyph, damn you."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Ah, entrias went off channel too."
Zyphora smiles softly at Entrias.
(The Assimilated): You say, "We are the distractors."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Hey I'd go off channel too."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "I'm gonna do that when I get married, Isune leans close to me, and lays a kiss on my forehead. emote quickly looks up and catches Isune's lips with his own."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Haha."
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "Lol."
Wings unfurling in a magnificent display of light, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Having heard these vows, Zyphora and Entrias, do you accept the love of your intended? Do you agree to love all that you know of your beloved, and to trust all that you do not know?"
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete states, "I do."
Chancellor Entrias Pavok, Maintenance Engineer says, "Wholeheartedly, Lady Isune, and without pause."
Isune's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Zyphora's eyes sparkle with amusement at Entrias.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "'deepkiss Issy'"
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Follow it up with a deepkiss emote."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Yup."
Entrias tilts his head back and looks up at the sky.
(The Assimilated): Skye says, "Lmao."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Except zap."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "I'm not kidding. Someone marry me and I'll do it."
(The Assimilated): You say, "Did they delete the orgasm emote?"
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "And cdf x 500."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Yes, ushaara."
Gesturing to the canopy above, Isune, the Aesthete says, "Then let your souls bond to one another as the colours do in the very canvas of the sky. Once met, they cannot be separated, and so too shall you be in this union."
With a wistful look on her face, Zyphora touches a canopy of cloud gossamer and silken starlight.
At Zyphora's fingertips, a streamer of blushing rose colour streaks across the canopy's panorama of the sky, bathing her in prismatic light.
With a wistful look on his face, Entrias touches a canopy of cloud gossamer and silken starlight.
At Entrias's fingertips, a streamer of burnished gold 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 Zyphora and Entrias's new life together.
Utterly entranced, you emit a long "Ooooh."
Isune smiles softly.
Ollie leans on a shaggy haired mammoth with black wings seeking consolation.
A shaggy haired mammoth with black wings pats Ollie on the head with his trunk.
Ciaran glances askance at you.
Vivet nods solemnly.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "You may kiss your bride, Entrias."
Entrias beams broadly.
Zyphora blushes furiously.
Entrias leans into Zyphora and kisses her long and tenderly.
Smiling, Isune pulls upon the golden tassels of the canopy to shroud Zyphora and Entrias from sight. All at once, a flock of elegant swans 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 the couple in the flurry of blossoms, flush with delight as Isune declares them finally wed!
Tisianna cheers wildly!
You cheer wildly!
Ollie gives up a round of applause.
Skye gives up a round of applause.
Volucer whistles appreciatively.
Irillia claps her hands together merrily.
Zeliek appears to puff up slightly as his entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.
Entrias gives a striking wedding ring set with onyx and rose quartz to Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete.
Zeliek claps his hands together merrily.
Vivet gives up a round of applause.
Zyphora's mouth turns up as her face breaks into a smile.
Pejat claps his hands together merrily.
Pejat's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "I made this for you, with Irillia's amazing help."
Zyphora slips into a striking wedding ring set with onyx and rose quartz.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper clasps her hand excitedly, momentarily becoming distracted as she reaching out to touch a falling petal.
Entrias chuckles long and heartily at Tisianna.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles and says to Entrias, "It is beautiful, my husband."
You beam broadly.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Congratulations, Chancellor and Lady Windwhisper. May your marriage bring much bliss to you both."
Peering over his shoulder, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "And I believe our family had some short speeches."
Entrias beams broadly at Isune.
Zyphora curtseys gracefully before Isune.
"Oh?" Volucer exclaims quizzically.
You smile broadly and say to Entrias, "I'm very proud of you."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Thank You, my Lady."
Zyphora tilts her head curiously at Entrias.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Isune, "Thank you, Lady Isune."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to you, "Thank you, father."
Blinking owlishly, Volucer says, "Wait. Wait. Were we supposed to bring presents?"
Handing a fluffy origami cloud package to Entrias, you say, "A small token for you both."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper looks shyly to the couple, her hands clasping before her as she whispers, "Congratulations to you both."
You give a fluffy origami cloud package to Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Not at all. Your presence is present enough."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer smiles and says, "Thank you all for coming. Do enjoy the food."
Entrias gives a fluffy origami cloud package the once-over, eyeing it suspiciously.
Volucer ponders the situation.
Entrias gives a fluffy origami cloud package to Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Yes, please. Take a cup of tea."
Volucer whispers something to Isune, who heaves a delicate sigh.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer smiles and says to Zyphora, "For you, my wife."
Zyphora tilts her head curiously at a fluffy origami cloud package.
A fluffy origami cloud package flutters apart in wisps of vellum as the last of its contents spill into Zyphora's hands.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "What did we receive?"
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete laughingly says to Entrias, "A letter and an iris."
Zyphora gives a faceted amethyst iris to Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer.
Showing that he understands, Entrias nods his head slowly.
Entrias utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Entrias slips into a faceted amethyst iris.
Entrias hugs you compassionately.
Ciaran taps the side of his glass, 'TING' 'TING' 'TING'
Curtseying, Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to you, "Thank you, Keeper."
Entrias lifts his eyebrow as he tilts his head at Ciaran, offering a deeply curious expression.
You flash Zyphora a joyous smile.
Ciaran begins to clear his throat, which lapses into a momentary fit of coughing. Pausing, he wipes the spittle from his chin. Finally he draws several small notecards from his robes and turns to the audience.
You tilt your head and listen intently to Ciaran.
Zeliek picks up an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Isune, "Care for some refreshments, Lady Aesthete?"
Pejat looks at Ciaran.
Each thread a streamer of colour hand-plucked 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 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 this ethereal awning, a circular crystal dais gleams with glassy light, mirroring the prismatic rays filtering through the enchanting gossamer like a lake's reflection at dawn.
It weighs about 50 pounds.
With a warm smile, Ciaran says, "Greetings young friends and comrades. It is a pleasure to see you here at this wonderful gathering. I assure you I hate to hold up the feast, but I have a few words to share."
Entrias tilts his head curiously at Ciaran.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Snoorreeee."
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "Lol."
Isune, the Aesthete almost speaks, but then turns to listen to Ciaran.
Gazing happily off into space, Ciaran says, "My fondest recollections of our dear Chancellor Pavok were when I had just awoken from a long slumber. He was my ferocious sparring partner, he pushed me to my limits and he was always prepared for battle. Don't let his delicacies mislead you."
Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Volucer flutters his wings, dislodging loose feathers which drift to the ground.
Eyes twinkling mischievously, Ciaran says, "It was during this time that we grew close to one another. Indeed, I count my nephew as one of my closest friends, and it is with a heavy heart that I must officially share him with the young, and beautiful Zyphora."
Zyphora's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Ciaran shuffles through his notecards quickly.
Turning to the betrothed, Ciaran says, "Zyphora, she seems not to know it, but she is astonishing. The thought of bringing such a specimen into the Pavok family brings me endless joy."
Ciaran says, "Let us not forget, the Provost is the woman whose creativity, passion, and beauty make her a walking antithesis to the soulless. She has chosen my dear nephew of all people to be her husband!"
Ciaran says, "She too can see his inner beauty. What a wonderful couple they are!"
Ciaran looks to the heavens as his rheumy eyes glaze over slightly. A wide smile spreads accross his face... The silence slowly builds as Ciaran drifts into his blissful imagination.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer whispers to Volucer, "You know, Ollie's mammoth was making eyes at you earlier."
Ciaran's smile slowly fades until his face takes on an unusual blankness.
Entrias shuffles over to Zyphora and shyly takes her hand in his own.
Quietly, Her eyes still fixed upon Ciaran, Isune, the Aesthete says to Entrias, "How eloquently your uncle speaks. And with such fervour and passion."
Volucer opens his mouth as if to say something to Entrias, but pauses.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Oh goodness."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper giggles quietly.
Ciaran blinks. Seized a sudden by panic, his eyes dart across the room and back until settling on Zyphora and Entrias.
Ciaran expels a relieved sigh and shuffles through his notecards once more.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Isune, "A true Pavok."
Volucer takes two cautious steps back.
Entrias acknowledges the point with a grave nod of his head.
Cautiously, Ciaran says, "Greetings young friends and comrades. It is a pleasure to see you here at this wonderful gathering. I assure you I hate to hold up the feast, but I have a few words to share."
Entrias stares implacably about himself.
Ollie utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Regaining his confidence, Ciaran says, "My fondest recollections of our dear Chancellor Pavok were when I had just awoken from a long slumber. He was my ferocious sparring partner, he pushed me to my limits and he was always prepared for battle. Don't let his delicacies mislead you."
Isune gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
Vivet sways back and forth.
You have emoted: Keeper Ushaara Pavok nudges Ciaran with his elbow, whispering frantically into his ear, before turning back to the gathering with an anxious smile.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete looks pleadingly at Entrias.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper raises her hand hesitantly.
Ciaran emits a tense laugh, leaning into his staff uncomfortably to gather himself.
Gently, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Ciaran, "Uncle, why don't you have some cake?"
Isune, the Aesthete says, "I do believe a gift is warranted. Cake sounds splendid."
Ciaran says, "Zyphora and Entrias..."
Isune, the Aesthete intones, "Bake Ciaran into a delicious cake."
Ciaran looks befuddled for a moment before seeming to dwindle as a giant, luscious seven-tiered cake springs into existence, obscuring them from view as Isune picks it up gently.
Zyphora gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
The corners of Irillia's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
(The Assimilated): Entrias says, "Ciaran, I love you."
Ollie Feyranti slides down the trunk of the mammoth and reaches for a cup of tea.
Ollie picks up an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
Isune, the Aesthete says to Entrias, "Perhaps you would like a bite or two? It's a most scrumptious delicacy."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "You are what you eat."
You chuckle long and heartily.
You laughingly say, "Just before the toast too!"
Shifting Current Skye blinks and looks about himself uncertainly.
A magnificent seven-tiered cake rises up into the air and shoots towards the mouth of Entrias.
As Entrias devours a magnificent seven-tiered cake, the canny and sneaky form of Ciaran is revealed who tackles him, sending him rolling head over heels as Ciaran yells in triumph.
Ciaran's eyes bug out as he boggles in amazement.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Isune, "He's likely dry and dusty."
Entrias sticks his tongue out and says 'Ack.'
"Heh heh heh" Zeliek chuckles.
Zyphora claps her hands together merrily.
Idly, Isune, the Aesthete says to Zyphora, "You ought to be careful about these Pavok manners, dear, while raising your children."
Volucer snickers softly to himself.
Entrias shoves Ciaran rudely.
You grin mischievously at Ciaran.
You say to Ciaran, "I imagine that jogged your memory."
Entrias utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Ciaran stares wide eyed at Entrias, wounded.
Eyeing the Pavoks present, Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Indeed."
Isune, the Aesthete delicately smooths out Her gown, as if nothing out of the ordinary has occurred.
Ciaran coughs softly.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Tisianna, "Do as Mother does."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Tisianna, "Not as Father does."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper slowly lowers her hand, staring at Zyphora with wide, sweetbriar hued eyes before she gives a little nod, answering, "Yes Mother."
Entrias says, "Pssshhhh..."
Ciaran tries stubbornly to regain his composure, bits of cake dripping off of his now sugary robes.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "I'm the very quintessence of decorum."
Entrias starts dusting a formal evening suit of silver-grey brocade.
Ollie Feyranti says to Ciaran, "It suits you."
Ollie pats Ciaran in a friendly manner.
Ciaran says, "This is a tremendous day for the collective, and I give my thanks to be a small part of it."
Raising his drink into the air, Ciaran says, "So raise a glass."
Irillia scoops up an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
Vivet picks up an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
Entrias waves about an auroral glass perfume bottle energetically.
Ciaran says, "To our wonderful couple. May you walk in perfect harmony."
Entrias beams broadly at Zyphora.
You have emoted: Keeper Ushaara Pavok raises a cup, gazing fondly at Entrias and Zyphora.
Zyphora's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Ciaran takes a long relieved drink.
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "To Harmony."
"Huzzah!" you shout triumphantly.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Thank you, Force Commander."
Junior Fellow Zeliek says, "Cheers!"
Ciaran wipes sweat from his brow as he hustles back to his seat.
Minister Irillia Shevat, Scion of Beauty silently raises her cup in agreement.
You take a drink of white tea from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
As you sip the white tea, your thoughts become clearer.
A generous sip sweeps the silvery liquor of the tea into your mouth, gliding over your tongue with a voluptuous sweetness. This remarkable flavour slowly crescendos to a surprising kick of spice that pleasantly warms you from within.
Zeliek takes a drink from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
Vivet takes a drink from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
Zyphora takes a drink from a bird of paradise vial.
Isune, the Aesthete flicks Her wrist, and an exquisite crystal glass materializes in Her hands. She drinks from it in a silent toast, eyes alight with mirth.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper turns her gaze to the ground, idly pushing petals about with the tip of one wing.
Murmuring, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "I told you it was ok to invite him."
Entrias takes a drink from an aerial tea cup of sapphire and empyrean blue glass.
The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Zyphora's lips as she glances at Entrias.
You beam broadly.
Echoing Ciaran, Minister Irillia Shevat, Scion of Beauty says, "Indeed, may you both walk in perfect harmony together."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "Thank you, Minister."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles fondly at Irillia.
Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "I believe I shall take My leave. Volucer may stay if he wishes, but this is a time for joy, and not worrying about the interest of Divine."
The canopy shrinks as the three quartz rods diminish before your eyes, letting the awning collapse in a folded heap of gossamer and silk on the ground.
You wave goodbye at Isune.
Entrias bows respectfully to Isune.
Ollie waves goodbye at Isune.
Pejat bows respectfully to Isune.
Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Congratulations again, dear ones."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Isune, "Thank You, my Lady. We are deeply honoured that You could preside."
Minister Irillia Shevat, Scion of Beauty says, "Fair winds, my Lady."
Zeliek waves goodbye at Isune.
Volucer inches bashfully over to Isune and nuzzles Her tenderly.
Skye bows respectfully to Isune.
Zyphora curtseys gracefully before Isune.
Isune gives Volucer a peck on the cheek.
Volucer chirps happily.
Isune's form shatters into a flock of colourful birds, their tiny forms tracing circles in the air before darting away.
Ciaran doffs the hood of ornate robes of brown leather cordially.
Entrias beams broadly at Volucer.
Volucer chirps happily.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Volucer, "You did very well, sir. My thanks."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles and says to Volucer, "Yes, thank you for being the bird of honour, Volucer."
Volucer discreetly licks a dollop of sugary frosting from Ciaran's shoes, blinking suddenly as he realizes he's being addressed.
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
Ciaran pats Volucer in a friendly manner.
Volucer stretches his neck languidly, lavishing the attention.
The corners of Entrias's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper looks over to Volucer, giggling softly.
Blushing pink under his plumage, Volucer says, "Um, that is, uh, not a problem."
Volucer exhales slowly, allowing a long fluid breath to creep from his lungs.
Composed, Volucer says, "It was an honour."
Volucer bow.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Volucer blinks, then bows again.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Volucer, "Which reminds me, we found that salmon after all, and await your lessons to Ollie."
"Ahah!" Ollie exclaims triumphantly.
Volucer says to Ollie, "Oh, right, those."
Entrias nods his head.
Ciaran picks a bit of cake from his wispy white hair. His eyes dart left, then right, before he pops the morsel into his mouth.
Volucer clears his throat in an attempt to gain everyone's attention.
Vivet tilts her head curiously.
Volucer says, "Well, you see, it is quite simple. You just, uh." Here, Volucer pokes at the aether with a talon, jumping back as it tears ever so slightly. "And then, um, you just, tug it and..."
Volucer suddenly shouts, "POOF!" and waits as if expecting something.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Ollie, "Go ahead and try it."
Volucer waits patiently.
Tisianna tilts her head curiously at Volucer.
Volucer sways back and forth.
"Uhh..." stalls Ollie.
Entrias clears his throat at Ollie.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Ollie, "With feeling. Go ahead."
You say to Ollie, "Perhaps you need talons."
Volucer wiggles his talons for emphasis.
Ollie Feyranti says, "Talons."
Ollie nods his head sagely.
Sagely, Volucer says, "Not to be confused with Talans."
Clawing at the air with his hooked fingers, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "I don't think I'm holding my mouth right."
"Hmph!" Entrias snorts.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Entrias, "Dear, you don't need talons to capture birds."
Ollie ponders for a moment and says "Hrm..."
You say to Entrias, "I believe it's customary to have a dance with your new wife."
You see the following people here:
Skye, Zeliek, Irillia, Entrias, Vivet, Pejat, Shedrin, Ciaran, Zyphora, Tisianna, Ollie, Ushaara
Entrias leans close to Zyphora and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.
Comprehension flashes across Volucer's face.
Volucer says, "Oh, that sounds like fun."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "Care to dance, m'love?"
Volucer trills out an attempt at a sweet melody, which unfortunately falls a bit off-key in his eagerness.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles softly, nodding. "But there is no music," she laughs.
Entrias smiles softly at Volucer.
Volucer chirps happily.
Ollie Feyranti says to Volucer, "That was lovely. You should join the Symphonium."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "Our hearts make the music, dear. We only need to move to it."
Volucer says to Ollie, "Aw shucks."
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer offers Zyphora his arm, bowing.
"Awwwww!" Irillia says.
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "That was cute."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Rofffl."
Vivet's eyes sparkle with amusement.
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "Cheesy."
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "But cute."
Pejat's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Junior Fellow Zeliek says, "Appologies but I must take my leave. Congratulates to the happy couple."
(The Assimilated): Ciaran says, "Layin it on pretty thick."
Ciaran waves goodbye.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "I'm not like that with tulemrah."
With a flourish of his arm, Zeliek bows deeply.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "I'm all logicy."
Pejat bows respectfully to Zeliek.
Ciaran waves goodbye at Zeliek.
Zeliek leaves to the northeast.
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "Shedrin is a robot."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "More zvoltzian."
You ask Entrias, "So romantic. Did you learn that from me or Morbo?"
(The Assimilated): Irillia says, "Everyone's text marriage is different."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Yes, I'm a robot."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles, taking Entrias's arm delicately. "Please lead the way."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Mine is better."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Cuz I'm like 'greetings, wife entity'"
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says, "You, of course. I didn't offer her a dead corgi."
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
Zyphora looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
Primus Vivet Pavok looks skeptical and says, "What. When did that happen?"
Primus Vivet Pavok says, ".. actually, nevermind it."
You have emoted: Keeper Ushaara Pavok urges Entrias and Zyphora to continue dancing.
Minister Irillia Shevat, Scion of Beauty says, "As much as I hate to miss the first dance of the newlyweds, I am afraid I must take my leave. Fair winds to both of you, Chancellor and Provost, Entrias and Zyphora."
Ciaran waves goodbye at Irillia.
Minister Irillia Shevat, Scion of Beauty smiles and says, "May your lives together be filled with happiness and harmony. ."
Irillia curtseys gracefully.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Irillia, "We are overjoyed that you could attend, dear cousin."
Irillia grows still and her lips begin to move silently.
You wave goodbye at Irillia.
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Go well, Minister."
Zyphora curtseys gracefully before Irillia.
With a flourish of his arm, Pejat bows deeply.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer takes Zyphora in his arms, slow dancing to an unheard rhythm.
Volucer attempts to warble again, crooning a well-meant, but very badly orchestrated, tune.
Volucer clips his beak together, making a quiet clicking sound.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete blushes faintly, glancing at the gathering, though follows Entrias's steps in precise time.
You exclaim to Ollie, "You're a bard, play a tune!"
Volucer bobs his head slightly.
Ollie sticks his tongue out and says 'Ack.'
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer whispers to Zyphora, "You looked lovelier than ever tonight, dear."
Entrias beams broadly at Ollie.
Volucer rolls his eyes.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Volucer, "Your music is lovely too."
Entrias leans close to Volucer and gently lays a kiss upon his forehead.
Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.
Ollie Feyranti draws his viola close to him before he plays sweet, lively tune that matches the tempo of Volucer's clipping beak.
The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.
Ollie Feyranti says to Volucer, "We can make the music together."
Entrias nods solemnly.
The corners of Volucer's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Swaying tentatively to the beat, Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Zyphora, "Sovereign for your thoughts, dear."
Ciaran sways and shuffles his feet. Head bobbing at what can only perceived as mathematically random intervals.
Ciaran gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper watches Zyphora and Entrias intently with her sweetbriar gaze. After a few passing moments, she hops and skips a bit, awkwardly mimicking the slow dance of the couple by herself, as if learning the steps.
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete laughs, waving her hand dismissively and urging Entrias into a quicker step about the improvised floor, circling about the garden.
In a loud whisper, Volucer says to Ciaran, "Now what happens?"
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer whirls by Tisianna, offering her a pat on the head as he passes.
Volucer twiddles his talons, seeming at a loss.
Ciaran flashes Volucer a joyous smile.
Volucer blinks incredulously at Ciaran.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper blinks rapidly as she quickly stops her movements, giving Entrias a shy look.
Ciaran whispers to Volucer, "Would you care to dance? Nobody dances with me these days."
She is a feathered trill and is of a fragile build, standing to a height of little more than six and a half feet. Her lithe frame lends her little in the way of feminine curves, though a certain inherent grace seems to have bled into her elegant, precise movements. Set within a heart-shaped countenance, her eyes are of the palest sweetbrier, their limpid depths flecked liberally with motes of charcoal grey and subtle hints of glistening silver. Fading into gardenia white and tapering into glinting silver, the feathers upon her wings are primarily a pale rose, their expansive lengths oft found folded neatly against her back. A gracefully curling spray of plumage cascades in tiers atop her head, the carnation pink and white plumes bleeding into deeper rose and garnet hues at the tips, the feathers falling to gently brush the tops of either shoulder. She is wearing an elegant claret-corseted gown of cinereal silk and tulle, an elegant cinereal silk hat set with claret gems and a pair of glittering black high-heeled shoes.
Volucer reaches his wings out to hold the tips of Ciaran's fingers, beaming.
Eyes ripe with as much charm as he can muster, Ciaran says, "We can dance to the beat of my heart palpitations."
Volucer ponders the situation.
Volucer says to Ciaran, "Won't we have to get awfully close to hear those?"
Ciaran leans in closely and says "You can see it in my eyes. I wince a little bit".
Ciaran's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
Ollie Feyranti dances around the garden with his mammoth, lost in the beauty of the viola's sound. Eye closed, Ollie hums along, as he continues to play the soft notes.
Volucer opens his mouth as if to say something, but pauses.
Ciaran bobs his head up and down, like an ancient turtle.
Confused as he waddles to Ollie's music, Volucer says, "Um, okay."
Volucer squints a bit to look into Ciaran's eyes, as if very determined to find something there.
You say to Tisianna, "Would you care for a partner?"
You have emoted: Keeper Ushaara Pavok extends his hand to Tisianna.
Entrias beams broadly.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper blinks rapidly as she looks to Ushaara, her wings clamping against her back. "I don't know how to dance," she admits shyly, looking from his hand to his face.
Ciaran raises his left hand highly into the air, craning to lead Volucer into a spin.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer laughingly says to Tisianna, "Come, dear. Dance with your grandfather."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper looks quickly from Entrias to Ushaara before finally whispering to the latter, "I might step on your feet."
Volucer blinks his eyes, appearing dizzy as he teeters into Ciaran's waiting arms.
Singing in a soft voice, Ollie Feyranti sings, "Love is in the air.."
You smile and say, "That's quite alright! Adamantine crystal is quite resistant!"
Ciaran pats Volucer in a friendly manner.
Volucer stretches his neck languidly, lavishing the attention.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper flashes Ushaara a quick-lived smile before nodding, slipping her hand into his.
Panting, Ciaran says, "You're quite a dancer!"
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer whispers to Zyphora, "Do you want to sneak out while nobody is looking?"
Ciaran looks.
Entrias looks about furtively, trying his best not to look suspicious.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "How subtle, ciaran."
(The Assimilated): Ollie says, "Lol."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Here, have my Crystal Crown of Subtlety."
Entrias beckons to Zyphora.
Volucer looks as well.
Entrias stares implacably about himself.
You have emoted: Keeper Ushaara Pavok leads Tisianna to join the other dancing couples, and begins a slow waltz, whispering the steps reassuringly.
Zyphora sticks her tongue out and says 'Ack.'
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer says to Volucer, "The Lady is tired, and we're off to take a chaste nap. Would you mind making sure the salmon is all eaten?"
Zyphora looks up into the air for divine inspiration.
Volucer tenses his talons and draws himself up slightly.
Volucer says to Entrias, "Well I'll see what I can do about it."
Ciaran curls over, hands on his knees, clearly exhausted.
Volucer preens himself self-importantly.
Clearing her throat, Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "Thank you all for coming and sharing in this special day with us."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper fans her wings nervously as she steps after Ushaara, a blush arising to her cheeks as she fervently offers an apology with each misstep. Keeping her eyes to the ground, she finally offers with seeming surprise, "This isn't so hard."
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "It was an honour and a privilege."
Ollie Feyranti says to Ciaran, "Well."
Volucer says to Ciaran, "You are a very lovely dancer. You would look much better in a ball gown than I would."
Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles and says, "We hope all of you enjoy the dancing and refreshments."
You nod your head affirmatively at Tisianna.
Volucer beams broadly.
Zyphora curtseys gracefully.
Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer smiles broadly and says, "Thank you all for coming."
Pejat's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
You smile and say to Tisianna, "You're picking it up very quickly, yes. Perhaps a slightly more complicated series of steps?"
Ollie Feyranti whispers to Ciaran, "Old man Ushaara has moves, who would have thought.."
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper snaps her gaze to Ushaara's, her eyes widening before she offers quickly, "I don't think that's a good idea." With that, she stumbles a bit.
Zyphora leaves, following Chancellor Entrias Windwhisper, Maintenance Engineer.
Entrias leaves to the southwest.
Ciaran grins mischievously at Ollie.
You chuckle long and heartily.
Ciaran says, "With all that armor, he better have some endurance."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Ok, cutting off log here."
You smile broadly and say to Tisianna, "Practise! That's all you need. I hear Lady Isune can provide lessons."
Ciaran flashes Volucer a joyous smile.
Volucer stares implacably at Ciaran.
(The Assimilated): You say, "I can log this part."
Ciaran says, "It was a pleasure."
Volucer says to you, "Yeah, maybe you should let your Lord know."
Volucer snickers softly to himself.
"Haha!" laughs Ollie.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "Oh, get me the full description of entrias' ring."
Ollie tries to high-five someone but misses completely. Quite sad really.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "And I'll add that."
"Bah!" Ollie retorts disgustedly.
Ciaran slaps his thighs and guffaws like an old man.
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "I was looking at all your accessories."
(The Assimilated): Shedrin says, "To get that in the logs."
Volucer raises up a wing to meet Ollie's waiting hand.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper wrinkles her nose before correcting Ushaara, "I don't think she'd want to teach me to dance."
Volucer ponders the situation.
Volucer exclaims, "I think the Lady is calling for me. But this was fun!"
Ciaran waves goodbye at Volucer.
Volucer blinks incredulously at Ciaran.
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.
Ollie waves at Volucer and says "Goodbye!"
Using his tongue and the roof of his mouth, Volucer makes a quiet clicking noise.
You wave goodbye.
Volucer says, "More of you should get married. Do it again so we can get more salmon."
Volucer nods his head sagely.
Vivet inclines her head politely to Volucer.
Volucer blinks incredulously at Vivet.
"Haha!" laughs Ciaran.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper calls with a soft laugh, "Goodbye!"
Ciaran tugs his chin thoughtfully.
Volucer beams broadly.
You take Tisianna in your arms, and together you dance a slow, graceful waltz.
Volucer rips open an uneven portal and darts through with a flutter of his wings before it snaps shut behind him.
Ciaran says, "Gotta work off this sugar. Who wants to raid?"
With a hopeful smile, Ollie raises his hand high in the air.
Ciaran nods his head at Ollie.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper unfurls her wings to display silver-tipped, rose-hued plumage, a smile touching her lips as she looks to Ushaara. Fluidity bleeding into her movements as she continues the waltz, she says brightly, "I think I quite like this."
Shedrin doffs a filigree crown of onyx and iron cordially.
The hum of energy fades away as Shedrin, riding a great black hippogriff with black wings, leaves to the southeast in a cloud of icy white sparks.
Ever-shifting, the Temporal Omnihedron shifts out to the southeast.
You laughingly say to Tisianna, "A sure sign of a Windwhisper!"
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper appears excited by the comment, her foot mis-stepping onto Ushaara's in her distraction.
Ollie Feyranti whispers to Ciaran, "Try to snatch Sir Twinkle Toes."
You have emoted: Keeper Ushaara Pavok chuckles as he waltzes past Ollie.
Ollie Feyranti says to you, "How can you keep up with the youth?"
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "He is a practitioner of Aeonics."
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "There is no need to ask such a question."
Ollie Feyranti says, "Ah."
Ollie Feyranti says, "So he's cheating."
Showing that he understands, Ollie nods his head slowly.
Vivet nods her head sagely.
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "He is merely being efficient by what means he possesses."
You say to Ollie, "Well you certainly give me enough practise in the demiplane!"
Ollie says, "Pssshhhh..."
Ciaran doffs the hood of ornate robes of brown leather cordially.
Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Having explained that much, I believe I must recuse myself now."
Ciaran leaves to the southeast, emanating an aura of immense power.
With a flourish of her arm, Vivet bows deeply.
Vivet leaves to the southwest, emanating an aura of immense power.
"Shall I sing of honour, or shall I sing of love?" sings Ollie, coaxing low, soothing tones from an elegant jet black viola.
"Each draws emotions higher, as my notes soar above," sings Ollie, coaxing a passionate tune from an elegant jet black
"Shall I sing of crystal, or the stormy winds of air?" sings Ollie, striking a graceful, lilting melody upon an elegant jet black viola.
"Or of my floating city, for there is none more fiar?" sings Ollie, deftly eliciting a stern, dancing harmony from an elegant jet black viola.
"Shall I sing of Science, or perhaps of purest Art," sings Ollie, making an elegant jet black viola thunder with booming harmonies.
"Or of Jilai and Crys' voice, nevermore apart?" sings Ollie, making an elegant jet black viola thrum with rapidly lilting tunes.
"There are so many subject that I might employ," sings Ollie, playing an elegant jet black viola with a shifting, complex rhythm.
"So that even the barbaric, my Opera will enjoy," sings Ollie, playing an elegant jet black viola with a rich, flowing tone.
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper giggles softly before turning her attention to Ushaara once more, offering shyly, "Thank you for teaching me.. Grandfather."
You gaze at Tisianna as waves of joy wash over you, your entire body glowing a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.
You have emoted: Keeper Ushaara Pavok brings the waltz to an end, bowing to Tisianna before saying, "The pleasure was mine! Thank you for indulging me!
Zephyr Tisianna Windwhisper smiles pleasantly, her hands clasping before her as she answers brightly, "The pleasure was mine. Thank you again."
Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.