The Wedding of Allyrianne and Portius Windwhisper

Zyphora

(Hallifax): Isune says, "If any wish to attend the wedding of Portius and 

Allyrianne, please arrive at the Conservatory promptly."

You see the following people here:

Liwase, Phoebus, Vivet, Entrias, Ollie, Portius, Allyrianne, Zyphora

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "So 

glad that you could come, comrades."

Motes of gentle, clear light blink into life, gradually coalescing into the form 

of Isune.

Portius kneels and raises his hands and then sinks low to the ground before 

Isune, dealing obeisance.

Phoebus bows respectfully to Isune.

You kneel before Isune, swearing your allegiance to Her.

Liwase curtseys gracefully before Isune.

Allyrianne kneels before Isune, swearing her allegiance to Her.

Vivet bows respectfully to Isune.

Isune leans close to Portius and gently lays a kiss upon his forehead.

Liwase looks about herself, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Are we all gathered, then?"

A willowy figure resplendent in white dove plumage nods its head emphatically.

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "I 

believe so. The primary participants, at least."

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement at Vivet.

Allyrianne nods her head in agreement.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Perhaps a more appropriate venue should be conducted."

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.

Symphonist Allyrianne, Aethereal Melody lets out a soft "oh" as she looks at the 

canopy.

Entrias beams broadly.

Entrias bows respectfully to Isune.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "We celebrate the union of Portius and Allyrianne."

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 Portius and 

Allyrianne in a corona of indigo, lavender, and champagne light.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "My Weaver of the Aurora, I can praise you in many 

ways. I can extol how you have brought the city of Hallifax to its rightful 

place as the Cultural Centre, or perhaps how you have unified My Order's 

Assembly, but today I congratulate you on your choice of this lovely woman, 

Allyrianne, as your wife."

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax allows 

himself a slight smile.

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

Motes of errant sunlight gather close to Portius as though attending to his 

every word.

Entrias shuffles over to you and shyly takes your hand in his own.

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "As 

a man of science, I had studied the mysteries of the world and I have sworm 

myself to serve the truth, swearing to speak no lies. Know that when I swear to 

love you through all of time, and across all of space, that I know precisely 

what I swear and that I do so without any hint of exaggeration. I so swear, 

Allyrianne. Such is my vow, and may the Lady strike me down if I break it."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Allyrianne, do you accept this vow?"

Her cheeks faintly tinged with pink, Symphonist Allyrianne, Aethereal Melody 

says, "I do."

The ghost of a smile passes fleetingly across Isune's lips.

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

Motes of errant sunlight gather close to Allyrianne as though attending to her 

every word.

Symphonist Allyrianne, Aethereal Melody says, "Portius, I give to you the song 

of my heart. I swear ever to seek Beauty with you, to show you Compassion, and 

to Sacrifice my all for you. I will strive always to inspire the higher emotions 

in each of us, and I swear to love you always. Such is my vow, and may the Lady 

strike me down if I break it."

Isune, the Aesthete says to Portius, "Do you accept Allyrianne's vow?"

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "I 

do."

Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "Then by the power vested in Me, by Me, let 

you be joined as one like the many colours of the sky, intertwining so that they 

can no longer be severed in their union."

With a wistful look on his face, Portius touches a canopy of cloud gossamer and 

silken starlight.

At Portius's fingertips, a streamer of incandescent white colour streaks across 

the canopy's panorama of the sky, bathing him in prismatic light.

With a wistful look on her face, Allyrianne touches a canopy of cloud gossamer 

and silken starlight.

At Allyrianne's fingertips, a streamer of midnight indigo colour streaks across 

the canopy's panorama of the sky, bathing her 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 Portius and Allyrianne's new 

life together.

Ollie gives up a round of applause.

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

Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "You may kiss your bride."

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, 

"With great pleasure, Lady."

Portius kisses Allyrianne passionately.

Smiling, Isune pulls upon the golden tassels of the canopy to shroud Portius and 

Allyrianne 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!

Vivet gives up a round of applause.

You clap your hands together merrily.

Allyrianne beams broadly at Portius.

 

Phoebus applauds Portius heartily.

Entrias applauds Portius heartily.

Isune, the Aesthete smiles and says, "May your marriage be blissful, dear ones."

Entrias applauds Allyrianne heartily.

Portius grins mischievously at Allyrianne.

(House Windwhisper): Phoebus says, "Welcome to the family."

You smile and say, "Congratulations, dear Portius and Allyrianne. May your years 

together be long and overflowing with joy and prosperity."

(House Windwhisper): Allyrianne says, "Thank you."

 

Phoebus Windwhisper says to Allyrianne, "Well, I already gave Portius his 

wedding gift. But you wouldn't happen to want any beasts, would you?"

Isune, the Aesthete retrieves a fragrant skybloom from Her headfeathers, eyes 

alight.

Allyrianne flashes you a joyous smile.

Isune, the Aesthete says to Allyrianne, "For the lovely bride."

Isune gives a fragrant lavender skybloom to Symphonist Allyrianne, Aethereal 

Melody.

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says to 

you, "Thank you, cousin. I'm look forward to centuries of marital bliss."

Symphonist Allyrianne, Aethereal Melody says to Phoebus, "Beasts?"

Your mouth turns up as your face breaks into a smile.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "You know, beasts. I've got a lot of them."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Some rather rare ones, at that, which I need to find 

homes for."

Tucking the bloom amongst her headfeathers, Symphonist Allyrianne, Aethereal 

Melody says to Isune, "Thank you, Lady."

Allyrianne slips into a fragrant lavender skybloom.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I believe I shall take My leave, and allow this 

moment to be enjoyed with mortal companions. Congratulations again, dears."

Isune leans close to Allyrianne and gently lays a kiss upon her forehead.

Isune's form shatters into a flock of colourful birds, their tiny forms tracing 

circles in the air before darting away.

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.

Zyphora

She is a feathered warbling trill and is tall and streamlined in build. Her 

fingers are long and delicate, although tipped with calluses, and her 

fingernails are clean but shorter on the left hand than on the right. Her 

complexion is even, if a bit darker than would be considered truly elegant. 

Large soft brown eyes are set on either side of an aquiline nose, beneath dark 

brown feathery brows. A pair of wings a soothing pale brown sprout from her 

shoulders, swept backwards and kept at rest, the barred plummage smooth and 

glossy. She is wearing a teardrop pendulum of starlit quartz, an avian wedding 

band of morning-gold filigree, sapphire blue high heels, a diamond-studded veil 

of the night sky and a jewel-blue satin gown embroidered with ebon nightingales. 

She walks with the truefavour of Isune.

You look at a jewel-blue satin gown embroidered with ebon nightingales that 

Allyrianne is wearing:

The deep and vivid jewel-blue of eventide skies, of the fleeting seconds

when the sun disappears just over the horizon, this formal ballroom gown

cascades in softly draping folds to the ground. An off-shoulder neckline

displays the delicate contours of the decolletage, dipping modestly at

the centre to cradle a silver-set bijou of dark sapphire, its

unadulterated midnight hue verging upon black. Only the faint strains of

morning's light illumine the gemstone's depths to such degree that it

pales to the azure of evening. Of iridescent make, the gown itself

shimmers lustrously, evocative of endless, star-swept nights.

Embroidered as though in the midst of migration, countless ebon

nightingales soar freely across the jewel-blue expanse at the hem,

sweeping upwards to the left side of the waist; their dark, silvered

threads interrupt the glimmering backdrop in subtle manifestations of

starlit shadow. The bodice tapers to a basque waist before flaring again

into gathered skirts; underlain by frothy organza of midnight hues, the

skirts are sufficiently voluminous to fabricate a sense of stately,

aethereal grace in the midst of dance. The lush whisper of

richly-textured cloth trails every movement, bespeaking elegance and

luxury with the graceful sway of satin skirts.

(Irillia's past Beauty Seal win: a diamond-studded veil of the night sky)

You look at a diamond-studded veil of the night sky that Allyrianne is wearing:

Descending in lustrous folds from a silver filigree circlet, this

diaphanous veil has been fashioned from shimmering lengths of silk gauze

falling to the wearer's waist. The fine gauze has been dyed the deep,

ethereal blue of the sky at twilight when the first stars appear,

shrouding and softening the wearer's face beneath to a shadowy outline

of forehead, cheekbones, and jaw. Sewn with exquisite care upon the

translucent fabric, a veritable wealth of tiny diamonds sparkles across

the veil's expanse with clear, prismatic brilliance. Far from spangling

the veil at random, the multitude of diamonds has been patterned in the

shapes of the twelve constellations, whose endless dance forever

illuminates the night sky. Glimmering prominently on the forehead, a

scintillating array of diamonds recreates the Twin Crystals, the sign

rather appropriately said to govern thought and intellect. The Dolphin

is meticulously delineated against the wearer's left cheek amid wavelets

of diamond dust. From there, the signs proceed one by one down the veil,

the Lion yielding to the Crocodile followed by the Burning Censer, until

they end with the looming shape of the Spider at the bottom. From there,

the Dragon soars upward to meet the Skull, grinning up at the flying

Bumblebee, the Glacier, and the fiery Volcano, finishing at the wearer's

right cheek with the many-pointed Antlers. Lightly scattered between the

constellations, swirling trails of diamond dust recreate the twinkle of

more distant stars that populate the night. Behind the glittering

tracery of diamonds, the wearer's countenance shines luminous and

mysterious beneath this artistic recreation of the stars adorning the

night sky.

You look at an avian wedding band of morning-gold filigree that Allyrianne is 

wearing:

Wrought of pale-hued gold, this wedding band has been sculpted into a

flawless circle with neither beginning nor end, reminiscent of the

profound bond shared by two lives joined in perfect harmony. Finespun

filigree weaves elaborately over the ring's morning-gold veneer in

relief, coalescing into the graceful wirework shapes of a superb

fairywren and nightingale; their dainty forms exist nestled closely to

one another, perched lightly upon the efflorescing stalk of a

bird-of-paradise bloom. Polished shards of black onyx, storm-grey

sapphire, and iridescent blue opal have been inlaid amidst the filaments

composing the minuscule avians, evocative of the birds' charmingly-hued

mantles. Glittering grey and teal-blue tints enliven both the wings and

crest of the fairywren bird, whereas the subtler nuances of midnight's

embrace ensconce the plumage of the nightingale. Beneath them, the

flower remains a subtle aurulent hue, the strands of gold composing its

tapered petals seeming to capture the ambient light, rendering it a

vessel for dawn's gentle skeins of liquid gold.

He is a feathered cloud trill and has a thin, drawn face framed by wings of a 

soft, grey color. His skin is well tanned, although he has the posture of a man 

who spends too long hunched over a desk. He is wearing a tawdry satchel, an 

avian wedding band of morning-gold filigree, a teardrop pendulum of starlit 

quartz, a colourful bracelet of woven threads, a chain of beryl and garnet links 

and a dapper gentleman's suit of sapphire and teal. He walks with the truefavour 

of Isune.

You look at a dapper gentleman's suit of sapphire and teal that Portius is 

wearing:

Emboldened by lively hues of vivid teal and subtly-glimmering sapphire,

this luxurious suit has been primarily fashioned of a fine-threaded

linen weave. The ebon long-sleeved shirt is fastened with several

diamond-shaped buttons of dark silver, each impressed with the

harmonious form of a mandala in miniature. Embroidered in glossy threads

of pale argent hue, a vest of sapphire silk brocade has been similarly

patterned with iridescent mandalas, the garment's interior lined with

fluid ebon silk. Revealing only a portion of its accompanying shirt and

vest when closed, the jacket is a vibrant teal-blue, its angular cut

tailored to emphasise and streamline a slender frame; the buttons and

cufflinks are wrought of the selfsame silver as those of the shirt,

polished to an illustrious gleam. Similar to their counterpart, the

trousers of the suit are dyed bright teal, fitted with deep pockets and

iron-pressed to a smart crease. As a final, august embellishment, a silk

cravat of sapphire hue has been tucked elegantly into the shirt's

collar. Evocative of the plumage of the superb fairywren in all its

sky-toned hues, this gentleman's suit fosters a dapper appearance, the

faintly iridescent threads of silver and sapphire lending a subdued

refinement to the bright shades of teal-blue.

Allyrianne

Prior to the wedding, Allyrianne met with Isune to discuss scheduling, and the conclusion was kind of up in the air. Then she finally got introduced to Phoebus for the first time:



Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to Phoebus, "This is Allyrianne, a
Symphonist and fiancee to your son Portius."

She is a feathered cloud trill demigoddess and stands tall at over seven feet, holding herself with
a poised and professional posture. Her coppery headfeathers are short and thick and choppy, swept
haphazardly forward in a distinctly low maintenance style. Two grand wings spread prominently
outward from her back, remarkable more for their size and lustre than their modest colouration, a
light, creamy brown banded thrice in snowy white. Phoebus is perhaps less slim-bodied than the
average trill, her figure more akin to that of a human woman of healthy weight, lending her a
somewhat matronly character. In contrast, the handsome features of her face are not particularly
feminine-- boyish, even-- but the disparity works to her advantage, ensuring that her appearance is
not one to be easily forgotten. A pair of rectangular spectacles rests upon the bridge of her
upturned nose, their slim lenses framed by a thin golden wiring that offers an attractive contrast
against her sky-blue eyes. She is wearing a Mask of Esteemed Beauty, fulminating prayer beads of the
Architect, the Doctoral Cord of Universal Talents, a twisted brooch of colourful gemstones, the
Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony, a gossamer wedding band of spun crystal, a
commemorative hoop snake hoop through her left ear, Spectacles of Clairvoyance, a white long-sleeved
dress shirt, dark grey formal trousers, a thin diamond band, Gloves of Mastery, an etched garnet
ring, a phylactery of prismatic crystal, a rainbow coloured ring, a brooch of the frozen gale, a
serene pearl ring, a lucid watch of gleaming crystal, a ridiculous pig nose, a secret decoder ring,
a mandala pendant necklace and a breathtaking circlet of ice flowers.

A queenly bird of paradise's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Entrias chuckles long and heartily.

Allowing a slow, soft croon to escape her beak, the bright lights surrounding a queenly bird of
paradise spark with excitement, encasing her completely so that she bursts in a fountain of joyful
colour.

Phoebus nods her head at Zyphora.

You say to Phoebus, "Pleased to meet you at last."

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says to you, "This is Phoebus Windwhisper,
the founder of the Windwhisper House, former Archmage, and former Magistrate."

Phoebus Windwhisper says to you, "Indeed."

Phoebus Windwhisper laughingly says, "Former a lot of things."

Zyphora's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete says, "You have quite the repertoire."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Current awkward old woman who just wants to take an incredibly long rest."

You smile softly.

You say, "I do hope you'll be able to wake to attend the wedding."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Well."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "I would like to."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "I'm a dreadfully heavy sleeper."

Phoebus lazily draws her wings to and fro through the air, fanning them slowly.

You say, "It depends largely on when the Lady Isune will be able to perform the ceremony, which is
as yet undecided."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Hopefully it works out."

You nod your head in agreement.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "So, I know nothing about you."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "No feather mites or communicable diseases or anything, right? Have all
your teeth?"

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete laughingly says, "Allyrianne is quite the
writer and performer. She has previously written a study on the decorations in the lower wards, and
recently won prestige for her performance, bringing Hallifax to the cultural forefront of the Basin,
alongside the literary work of your son Portius."

You have emoted: Allyrianne looks momentarily taken aback, before giggling, and offering a very
toothy smile. "No feather mites, no communicable diseases, I don't touch whatever that star drug is
called."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Oh, oh! I like you."

The corners of Zyphora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Starchum, by the by. That you know what it is wins you points."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Simply because so many people don't even care what to learn."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "It's important to know about things."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "And yes, don't touch it, good heavens."

The corners of Zyphora's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.

You say, "There are far too many things to learn. But I'm doing my best. I was actually looking for
accounts of the Symphonium, and Crys, when I stumbled across the story of how Talthos was
rediscovered and learned of it there."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "That was the first we heard of it in the Basin."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "And, thankfully, it hasn't really come up again since."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "That I know of."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "I should hope there's no trace of it in Hallifax, at least. There are
likely trill in some disadvantaged neighborhoods somewhere out there snorting everything they can
fit up their nose because of it."

You wrinkle your nose in distaste.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Bugs, dirt, broken glass."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Sad, really."

You say, "I would not be surprised if some of the trill of Gaudiguch ingested it."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Bet you they have mites and no teeth."

Phoebus nods her head at herself.

You nod your head in agreement.

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles and says, "Pardon me, I'll be right
back."

Phoebus nods her head at Zyphora.

Zyphora curtseys gracefully.

A sweet-scented wind picks up, swirling about Zyphora with a flurry of white feathers that follow
her to the southwest.

Phoebus Windwhisper asks, "Favorite bird?"

You say, "I seem to have taken the nightingale for my sigil. Although I am also very fond of
fairywrens."

Phoebus puts her hands on her hips and goes "Hmmm!"

You display an avian wedding band of morning-gold filigree for all in the room to see.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "I've always been fond of the lesser duck-billed cherry-woofler."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Very nice, also."

Platinum white feathers flutter in on a perfumed wind, dancing about Zyphora as she glides in from
the down.

You say, "Zyphora made it. And yes, the lesser duck-billed cherry-woofler is an interesting bird.
Although when I heard about it, I couldn't help but wonder what a greater duck-billed cherry-woofler
would be like."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "More bill, more cherries woofled."

You say, "I wonder if the duck bill helps with cherry woofling."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Oh, of course."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Why, a regular beak would hardly let them woofle any cherries at all."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "But the duck bill is perfectly suited to woofle down as many cherries as
they can."

You say, "I suppose a spoon bill would also be inferior to a duck bill."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Probably. Wide enough, but too flat."

You nod your head emphatically.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Roseate spoonbills are fabulous birds, though."

You say, "They sound as if they would be, although I have never seen one."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "I've only ever seen pictures in books."

With a flourish of his arm, Portius bows deeply.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Who knows if there are any around anymore."

Phoebus doffs a breathtaking circlet of ice flowers to Portius.

Zyphora curtseys gracefully.

You curtsey gracefully before Portius.

You flash Portius a joyous smile.

Provost Zyphora Windwhisper, High Scion of the Aesthete smiles and says, "Tidings, cousin."

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "Mother. Cousin.
Beloved. A pleasure."

Phoebus Windwhisper says to Portius, "Good evening."

<We realise that everyone is here that's needed for the wedding, so we should probably grab this chance and run with it>

Execumatrix Magnificus Portius Windwhisper, Lord-Librarian of Hallifax says, "It's good to see you
awake again, and that you've met my intended."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "We were just discussing addicts and birds."

(Order): Isune says, "I am willing to perform the wedding now if it so pleases you, Allyrianne and
Portius."

Portius

I had a little mother-son time with Phoebus after Allyrianne's log cuts off. My suggested reading order for these posts is Allyrianne's, then mine, then Zyphora's.

For context, this starts off right after Phoebus tossed me some gold as a wedding present.

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "One million times the inheritance your father gave
you."

You say, "The greatest part of my inheritance was in what I learned from you,
mother. Your teachings and your affection are worth more than a mountain of
gold."

Platinum white feathers flutter in on a perfumed wind, dancing about Zyphora as
she glides in from the down.

(The Grand Salon): Isune says, "Portius, I believe I will get teary-eyed before
the ceremony."

Phoebus chuckles long and heartily.

(The Grand Salon): Zyphora says, "Ah, am I interrupting? Drat. I shall remove
myself."

(The Grand Salon): You say, "It is the scientist's part to speak the truth, and
fully so. Perhaps it is the artist's role to weep upon hearing it."

Phoebus Windwhisper says to you, "I'm glad I didn't have to miss your wedding,
even if it's sort of being sprung on me, here."

(The Grand Salon): Isune says, "Were that Irillia were here to compose a play on
the subject."

You say, "I'm glad that you could be here as well. I bet you never expected to
see me married, though, did you?"

Phoebus Windwhisper laughingly says, "Well, I'd hoped."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "That you would be, I mean."

You say, "Of course. But hoping and expecting are different things."

(The Grand Salon): Zyphora says, "I similarly hope for her timely arrival."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "I expected you would be, eventually. You are a
dedicated and charming individual."


Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Eventually there had to be a lady interested in men
who came along."

You say, "Well, I'm glad that she did."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "She seems like someone I would approve of, though I
hardly know her. She made a good impression."

You say, "She has a way of doing that."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "Good, good. Charisma is important."

Phoebus Windwhisper says, "A good impression goes a long way."

Ushaara

My mental image of Phoebus is now as the Dowager Countess from Downton Abbey.

Isune

Ushaara said:

My mental image of Phoebus is now as the Dowager Countess from Downton Abbey.

Shaddus

Phoebus is Dame Fairquillion?