The Wedding of Raikogen and Irillia

Irillia

Zyphora follows you southeast.

The Grand Collectivist Ballroom.

Before the entirety of the orchestra, Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep holds aloft a diamond baton whilst studying the sheet of music at his podium with intense scrutiny. Seated in the orchestra pit of the ballroom, the various Symphonists of the State Symphony Orchestra remain poised to perform, awaiting instruction. White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar is here, surrounded by an aura of focused silence. Shabinar Naralis Siarani looms here, projecting an aura of command. He wields Ailadul, Moonblade of Truth in his left hand and Gebkuil, Moonblade of Honour in his right.

Naralis gives the world a smart salute.

Raikogen flashes you a joyous smile.

You flash Raikogen a joyous smile.

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says, "I was worried I had remembered the location we decided on incorrectly."

With a trace of humour, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "I apologise for keeping the bride so long. There were some final arrangements to be done, and a bride should look her most beautiful upon her wedding day."

Irillia nods emphatically, with a soft chuckle.

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says, "Of course."

You smile impishly and say to Raikogen, "You look marvellous! I do believe all my time spent was not wasted, after all, if only so I could match you."

Shards of crystal float in from the northwest in a fluid stream, fusing together into Maellio.

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says to you, "You look absolutely radiant, dearest. Any marvel at my choice of clothing is easily eclipsed by the marvel those would have in being graced by your presence."

Maellio inclines his head politely to those around him.

With a flourish of his arm, Szariec, the amethyst-horned hippogriff bows deeply.

Iridescent bubbles bounce about as they flow from the northwest, slowly merging to form one giant bubble that pops, revealing Elanorwen.

A dove comes flying into the room, deposits an elegant stationery painted with birds of paradise into Elanorwen's hands, warbles cheerfully, and flies away.

Daraius suddenly appears, looking bewildered.

With a flourish of her arm, Vivet bows deeply.

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

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.

Shabinar Naralis Siarani says, "Greetings, Lady Aesthete."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "What a gathering! So many faces."

With a surprised smile, Isune, the Aesthete says to Naralis, "And some I have not seen in too many centuries. Tidings, Naralis."

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

Glancing about Herself, Isune, the Aesthete says, "What a lovely place to be wed. If I am not mistaken, this is the first wedding held here at the Collectivist Ballroom. However, allow Me to further its beauty."

Isune drops a folded gossamer canopy.

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

Each thread a streamer of colour hand-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.

Utterly entranced, Elanorwen emits a long "Ooooh."

Opening his mouth wide, Naralis gapes in wonder.

You flash Isune a joyous smile.

Isune's eyes twinkle enchantingly.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles gently at the sight.

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Today we celebrate an auspicious day indeed."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "We celebrate the union of Raikogen and Irillia."

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

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I am a fortunate Goddess to have both of these individuals in My Divine service. Both came to Me after long journeys, journeys rife with struggles of the heart and of the soul and its constant yearning for peace in a world that too often lacks it."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Of Irillia, My Handmaiden of Beauty, what can I say? All she touches shines with her boundless creativity, her grace and elegance. Though she be soft-spoken, she  possesses a great strength of character, and I am honoured to stand by her on her wedding day as her patroness."

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

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

Isune smiles softly.

You say to Raikogen, "My dear Raikogen. From the moment we first met, I could not help but be impressed by your unmistakable capacity for steadfast loyalty and devotion. As the friendship between us deepened into courtship, you became my friend, my confidant, my protector, and my sanctuary, as I grew to admire, respect, and cherish you for your courage, your noble spirit, your  wisdom, and your generous and gentle heart."

You smile and say to Raikogen, "Like a lock and key, though we may differ in design and function, we are unified in our shared purpose of safeguarding the Collective, the Lady Aesthete, and each other, as well as treasuring the values of beauty, compassion, and sacrifice together."

Her voice softening, you say to Raikogen, "My dear Raikogen, I am both humbled and overjoyed to take you as my husband, to give and to receive, to speak and to listen, to teach and to learn, to inspire and to respond, to join with you and to share a future together, and to keep to you this vow of fidelity and dedication, wrought in love, kept in faith, and eternally made new."

With a soft, gentle smile, Isune, the Aesthete says, "And do you, Raikogen, accept this vow?"

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says, "I do."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Raikogen Tanestra has served as one of Mine even in My long slumber, and even after My departure to the city of Hallifax. Of him, let it be said that he has a divine capacity for devotion, and a heart that knows well of Compassion, Sacrifice, and Beauty in all its forms. My White Falcon, you honour Me with your actions and your words, and today you honour Irillia  by taking her as your wife."

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Let us bear witness to the vow of Raikogen."Motes of errant sunlight gather close to your beloved as though attending to his every word.

The body of Daraius Shevat appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar kneels most gallantly before his bride, gazing up at you with a quiet gaze of affection and adoration before speaking.

Daraius takes some salve from a vial and rubs it on his head.

Daraius Shevat dutifully brushes down his fur.

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says to you, "Dearest Irillia, since I have arrived in Hallifax, alone and without much direction, you have been my guide, my teacher and my constant companion. You taught me of Hallifaxian society and culture, showing me the wonders of tea and the hidden corners of the beautiful city of Hallifax. Words alone cannot express the joy that overtakes me to take you as my wife. I accept you as you are, and I offer myself in return."

The body of Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Szariec, the amethyst-horned hippogriff begins to follow Maellio obediently.

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says to you, "I promise to always to be honest and straightforward with you. I promise to support you in all your endeavours, artistic or otherwise, and to be your pillar of strength in times of need. I promise to learn and grow with you even as time and life change us both. I promise to always respect you as an individual, a partner and an equal."

White Falcon Raikogen Tanestra, Temporal Commissar says to you, "I promise to love and cherish you through the good times as well as the bad. My love for you is unconditional and knows no bounds. As I have given you these promises, I give you my love and my life, which is yours to keep."

Eyes shining, Isune, the Aesthete says, "And do you, Irillia, accept this vow?"

Smiling joyfully at Raikogen, you say, "I do, with all my heart."

Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly 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."

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

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

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

At Raikogen's fingertips, a streamer of incandescent white colour streaks across the canopy's panorama of the sky, bathing him in prismatic light.

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

Smiling, Isune pulls upon the golden tassels of the canopy to shroud you and your beloved from sight.

 All at once, a flock of peregrine falcons cries out overhead in joyous celebration, their talons releasing a blanket of white rose petals upon those gathered before departing skyward. The canopy's curtain parts to shower you both in the flurry of blossoms, flush with delight as Isune declares you finally wed!

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Congratulations, dear ones. May your marriage be blessed with happiness."

Irillia

<fireworks and applause>

Stewardess Elanorwen says, "Congratulations."

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar asks Isune, "Am I permitted to kiss the bride, Milady?"

 

Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "Such questions are for brides, and not for Goddesses."

 

Elanorwen hides a grin behind her hand.

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Congratulations, Sir and Madame Shevat."

 

You see Shabinar Naralis Siarani shout, "Congratulations Raikogen and Irillia!!"

 

Raikogen raises an eyebrow at you.

 

You smile and say to Raikogen, "In that case, you may."

 

Raikogen gazes longingly into your eyes before he slowly leans toward you, kissing you deeply.

 

Elanorwen gives a large silver cookie to you.

 

Elanorwen gives a large silver cookie to White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar.

 

You lean into Raikogen and kiss him long and tenderly.

 

Daraius Shevat says to Raikogen, "Welcome, my new pup-in-law, to the noble House Shevat."

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says to Daraius, "Thank you, Sir, it is an honour to be accepted into your noble House."

 

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says, "Congratulations, dear Scion and White Falcon. May your union bring further glory to the Order, city, and your House."

 

Isune, the Aesthete says to you, "As I believe no bride is properly attired without her bouquet..."

 

Isune gives a fragrant lavender skybloom to you.

 

This beautiful bloom is a rare shade of lavender in colour, composed of layers of wispy, curling petals gathered around a pale blue centre. The flower is set atop a slender stem of similar blue hue, sprouting with wide leaves of a darker shade of blue and veined with shining white. Stem, leaves and flower all possess a curious translucent quality, as if made from airy gossamer.

It weighs 4 ounce(s).

 

Isune, the Aesthete says to Raikogen, "I did have a gift for you too, but I am afraid it is only half, and thus a gift deferred."

 

Isune ponders a fuzzy duck slipper thoughtfully, looking it up and down.

 

You say to Isune, "Thank You, my Lady! This is most unexpected, yet perfect."

 

You say to Isune, "And thank You for blessing my wedding with Your matchless beauty and eloquence. I could not have asked for a more auspicious beginning to a marriage than Your presence and approbation."

 

Isune's eyes sparkle with amusement.

 

Isune, the Aesthete says, "I am quite happy to oversee such glad proceedings, and to see so many who wish you joy."

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says to Isune, "Aye thank You, Milady, for taking the time to officiate our wedding."

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says to Isune, "Aye thank You, Milady, for taking the time to officiate our wedding."

 

"Pish posh," says Isune with a dismissive wave of Her hand.

 

Isune, the Aesthete smiles impishly and says, "It was a pleasure. Now, I note that a Goddess's presence has the unfortunate effect of stripping most mortals of the gift of speech, so in order for you to make merry, I shall depart."

 

Isune, the Aesthete says, "Take care, dear ones."

 

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.

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar asks you, "Shall we have some music?"

 

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "For a mere fee of 1000 gold, the State Symphony Orchestra is happy to perform for its patrons."

 

Raikogen gives some gold sovereigns to Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep.

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep exclaims, "We appreciate your patronage of the arts, Raikogen. Now, let us perform!"

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep raps his baton loudly as the State Symphony Orchestra tunes up, producing a muffled cacophony of sound.

 

After a brief silence, the sounds of the State Symphony Orchestra swell to a great crescendo to signal the beginning of the performance.

 

Preceded by the steady roll of the snare drums, the mellow, thick tones of the flugelhorn resounds throughout the ballroom.

 

Daraius Shevat bares his teeth in an odd canine grin.

 

While the music soars to its height, the conductor coaxes the piano to lend its exquisite harmony.

 

As if in answer, the reedy timbre of the bassoon rings out, complementing the melody.

 

Elanorwen rubs her chin thoughtfully, raises her eyebrow and says, "I see..."

 

The rest of the orchestra hushes as the deep, thunderous vibrato of the cello laces through the

 

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep waves his baton with a flourish as the orchestra slows to a stately finish, bowing as the performance concludes.

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Hmm! That's the first time I've seen the Orchestra perform, I think."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "If the assembled Board are amendable and the gathered desiring, the orchestra could be employed in a more official capacity."

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "The State Symphony Orchestra is proudly assembled from the finest musicians Hallifax has to offer."

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep appears to puff up slightly as his entire body glows a cheerful shade of citrine yellow.

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Assuming the Conductor can be convinced such."

 

You smile impishly and say to Maellio, "I cannot say that I have any objections, Magistrate."

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Nor I."

 

Maellio greets Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep with a sincere smile.

Bowing humbly, Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "The State Symphony Orchestra is at your service

for any event, esteemed furrikin."

 Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I wish to host an event."

 Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Then you wish to dismantle Irillia's event, Test Event?"

 Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Correct, Conductor zi'Prouep. Please

dismantle that event."

 Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Then it has been dismantled. What would you like to title this

new event?"

 Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "The event title is: The Marriage

Reception of Irillia and Raikogen Shevat."

 Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "You wish to title this event: The Marriage Reception of Irillia

and Raikogen Shevat. Correct?"

 Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Correct, Conductor zi'Prouep. That is the title I wish to use."

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Very good, Maellio. When you wish to begin The Marriage Reception of Irillia and Raikogen Shevat, let me know."

 Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Please start the event."

 

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "Wonderful! Please let me know when you wish to end the event."

 

A palpable feeling of anticipation fills the room as the harsh rapping of a conductor's baton echoes across the ballroom. After a brief silence, the sounds of the State Symphony Orchestra swell to a great crescendo to signal the beginning of The Marriage Reception of Irillia and Raikogen Shevat.

Pillars of pure white light shoot skyward from the crystal spires of the city as ${_title_} begins within the Grand Collectivist Ballroom.

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "..."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Err."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "... CARRY ON."

 

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says to Maellio, "Clearly you did not enunciate properly."

 

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep says, "I shall discuss this with the orchestra at a later date. The music, however, should carry on as normal."

 

Daraius Shevat says to Maellio, "It was a valiant effort, esteemed furrikin."

 

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep taps his foot impatiently, glaring at the State Symphony Orchestra.

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "All these tiny fangs, get in the way."

 

You smile impishly and say, "Ah, and all this music has distracted me from what I believe is the final task of the bride and groom, upon being wed."

 

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

 

Daraius Shevat swivels his ears towards you, listening carefully.

 

You say to Raikogen, "With belated promptitude, but with much pride and affection, I join my fate to yours with this ring that I give to you."

 

You give a wedding ring of intertwined gold and platinum to White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar.

 

Raikogen gives a wedding ring of intertwined gold and platinum to you.

 

You slip into a wedding ring of intertwined gold and platinum.

 

Raikogen slips into a wedding ring of intertwined gold and platinum.

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer whispers to Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep, "The musicians seem to be too entranced with the precedings to proceed."

 

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep lifts his eyebrow as he tilts his head at Maellio, offering a deeply curious expression.

 

Primus Vivet Pavok asks, "Ah, why don't you showoff your rings?"

 

Naralis urges Raikogen onwards.

 

Archmage Irillia Shevat, the Aesthete's Renaissance shyly reaches toward Raikogen and takes his hand in hers, her expression reflecting a quiet contentment.

 

Shabinar Naralis Siarani says, "I'd love to see them too."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "I may also merely be deaf."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Either or."

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says to you, "You designed them, you of course deserve the honour."

 

You display a wedding ring of intertwined gold and platinum for all in the room to see.

 

Utterly entranced, Naralis emits a long "Ooooh."

A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest.

Poliahu Siarani claps her hands together merrily.

 

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris laughs softly, a flicker of amusement crossing her expression.

 

Blinking, Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Goodness, that is most intricate."

 

Shabinar Naralis Siarani says, "Wait, the Magistrate's deaf. Now's a good time to make jokes about him."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "... not deaf enough."

 

Shabinar Naralis Siarani says, "Oh. Whoops!"

 

Raikogen chuckles long and heartily.

 

A look of sweetest innocence overtakes Naralis, as he smiles at Maellio.

 

Maellio coughs softly.

 

The sublime, artful resonance of the harp lends its golden and silver tones to the ensemble, each string quivering with beauty.

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says to you, "It is a decidedly fine work, most fitting."

 

Addressing the bride and groom, Daraius Shevat says, "You are certainly among the best-dressed couples I have ever seen."

 

You say, "Thank you all. As it would adorn our fingers forever, and symbolise our marriage, I naturally thought it should be quite beautiful and well-crafted."

 

You say, "Ah, and in thanks for gracing the wedding with your presence, I have prepared small gifts for our guests!"

 

A lone violin soars above the harmony with a clarion, crystalline descant that rings in the air like a burst of musical laughter, silvery and sweet.

 

You give a mosaic tea bottle of interconnecting birds to High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris.

You give a beryl aerial tea cup to High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris.

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says to you, "Thank you, dear Irillia."

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris turns the cup and bottle over in her hands admiringly. "How beautiful," she murmurs.

 

Murmuring softly, "Thank you for coming, Magistrate", you give a mosaic tea bottle of interconnecting birds to Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer.

You give a beryl aerial tea cup to Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer.

Maellio bows respectfully to you.

 

Smiling warmly at her, you give a mosaic tea bottle of interconnecting birds to Primus Vivet Pavok.

You give a beryl aerial tea cup to Primus Vivet Pavok.

 

Vivet bows respectfully to you.

 

You give a mosaic tea bottle of interconnecting birds to Shabinar Naralis Siarani.

You give a beryl aerial tea cup to Shabinar Naralis Siarani.

 

With a soft, affectionate murmur of, "I am so glad that you could attend this beautiful occasion", you give a mosaic tea bottle of interconnecting birds to Daraius Shevat.

Daraius Shevat's tail sways languidly.

You give a beryl aerial tea cup to Daraius Shevat.

A low, contented growl arises within Daraius's chest as he sniffs at a mosaic tea bottle of interconnecting birds.

 

The clear chiming of bells and the plucking of lyre strings weaves subtle nuance and fragile delicacy to an otherwise dauntless melody rich with vibrancy and colour.

 

Politely concluding, "I am very glad you could attend", you give a mosaic tea bottle of interconnecting birds to Stewardess Elanorwen.

You give a beryl aerial tea cup to Stewardess Elanorwen.

 

Airy and bright, the notes of a flute filter through the air to accompany the romantic chords of a piano, their tune coaxing lovers to waltz.

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says to you, "Oh and here I was starting to get jealous of all the guests."

 

You grin mischievously at Raikogen.

 

You say to Raikogen, "I would never let that happen, nor deny you the chance to enjoy a new tea."

 

With a small smile and inclination of the head to Irillia and Raikogen, High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris says, "I apologise for departing so early after the ceremony, but I must seek my rest. Congratulations again, and may your new life together be harmonious and fulfilling."

 

Zyphora curtseys gracefully.

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says to Zyphora, "Thank you for attending, High

Scion."

 

Raikogen bows respectfully to Zyphora.

Daraius Shevat bows his head politely to Zyphora.

Naralis gives the world a smart salute.

Maellio inclines his head politely to Zyphora .

Vivet bows respectfully to Zyphora.

 

High Scion Zyphora Windwhisper, the Gilded Iris smiles and says, "It was my pleasure. Thank you for having me."

 

Zyphora curtseys gracefully.

 

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

 

Raising his cup in toast, Daraius Shevat says, "May your union be blessed with happiness and productivity, that you may continue to serve the Collective and House Shevat in word and in action."

 

Daraius takes a drink from a beryl aerial tea cup.

 

Entrias arrives from the northwest.

 

Entrias gives the world a smart salute.

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says to you, "It is a very fine tea. Jasmine can be difficult to rein in at times.

"

You say to Daraius, "Thank you, Father. Your presence here has been a cherished wish fulfilled."

 

Accompanied by a warm brass beat, the music swells into a grand crescendo rife with elation and ebullience that inspires the timeless waltz with renewed vigour.

 

<much pouring and drinking of tea>

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says, "Thank you all for attending our wedding ceremony. I hope you all had a good time. I, however, must be retiring for some rest."

 

White Falcon Raikogen Shevat, Temporal Commissar says, "And to re-don my armour."

 

Raikogen shifts his eyes suspiciously from side to side.

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Go well, comrade."

 

You smile and say to Raikogen, "Do rest well, my dearest. I suppose it has been a long and trying month for you."

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "As there seems to be no cake, I might share what food I am carrying."

 

<Vivet the wedding savior gives out festive platters of macarons to everyone. Everyone happily eats platters of macarons>

 

Daraius Shevat asks you, "I suppose there are no pups to be adopted immediately upon the wedding's conclusion, as is family tradition?"

 

You say to Daraius, "I thought of it during the ceremony, but alas, there are not any. I am afraid we must break that fine family tradition with this wedding, alas."

 

You smile and say to Vivet, "And thank you, Primus, for being so well-prepared. I am indebted to you for your delicious offerings.

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "Ah, but I expect more is on the way. That is no doubt why my brother departed suddenly."

 

Maellio licks his lips.

 

Maellio's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

 

Airy and bright, the notes of a flute filter through the air to accompany the romantic chords of a piano, their tune coaxing lovers to waltz.

 

Primus Vivet Pavok asks Maellio, "I take it you might like another?"

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "... if that would be amenable."

 

Vivet gives a festive platter of floral macarons to Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer.

 

You smile and say, "Alas, it seems that I too am called to slumber. Again, I thank you all for attending the wedding and hope that you enjoyed the beauty of Lady Isune's ceremony and the gifts of tea and Primus Vivet's delicious macaron platters."

 

Daraius Shevat says, "Ah, they pair perfectly with the tea."

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says, "A happy coincidence."

 

You smile and say, "I must beg your apologies for my early rest, but it has been a long month for me as well."

 

Primus Vivet Pavok says to you, "Quite understandable, Archmage."

Daraius Shevat says to you, "Congratulations, dear pup. May you rest well."

 

Shaper-Magistrate Maellio Onz'Verheu, Penumbral Observer says, "Today's event is concluded."

Conductor Fre'zik zi'Prouep waves his baton with a flourish as the orchestra slows to a stately finish, bowing as The Marriage Reception of Irillia and Raikogen Shevat concludes.

 

You say, "Thank you all for coming. I wish you all fair winds and clear skies, as I am sure that mine will be in the future."

Irillia

The wedding rings

Burnished to a shimmering, silken lustre, two narrow bands of platinum and gold intertwine gracefully together to form this distinctive wedding ring. Both bands are finely hammered into faultless, rounded circles, interlocked in overlapping sweeps of aurulent gold and pristine platinum to closely embrace the finger when worn. Upon the golden band is delicately etched an airy skybloom blossom, its wispy, curling petals unfurling in subtle, flowing strokes above a slender stem with wide, veined leaves. A lissome aerial swoops above the skybloom, with broad, feathered wings and curving neck outstretched and dark, twilight-blue sapphires glinting within its eyes. Engraved in deeper, more angular incisions upon the platinum band, a fierce falcon dives steeply against a backdrop of golden beryl stars, its thin, tapered wings tucked close to its sleek body and its talons extended with dire purpose. Sinister, spiralling tentacles adorned with minuscule suckers writhe upward to threaten the valiant falcon, caught forever in unrelenting combat against its deadly foe. Nestled within the intersection of the two bands, a single brilliant-cut diamond sparkles with every caress of ambient light and reflects it as dancing, scintillating motes in a spectrum of prismatic colours. A symbol of adamancy and eternity, the dazzlingly faceted diamond cradled at the ring's pinnacle unites the gold and platinum bands into a masterfully crafted token of enduring beauty and fidelity.

 

Irillia's beautiful wedding gown, designed by Zyphora:

Resplendent in pale hues seemingly as delicate and ephemeral as the lavender skyblooms of Clarramore, this wedding gown has been formed from luxuriously soft, pearlescent silk. The off-shoulder neckline demurely bares the feminine decolletage in fragile splendour, draping around the upper arms in graceful swaths of opalescent lilac gossamer. Betwixt these sleeves, the bodice traces a gentle sweetheart neckline, the silk sewn and ruched into delicately frilled petals; these unfurl subtly outward in mimicry of the peony flower, its pale heart at the centre of the bodice deepening into lavender at the edges of its petals. Silver lightly frosts the petals, redolent of dawn's evanescent veil of dew. Ensconcing the torso in gradated hues of white pearl and lavender, the gown's bodice tapers to a baroque waist, trimmed in silvery lace and tiny seed pearls. The gown's bell-like silk organza skirts, in contrast to the bodice, have been rendered in misty white, only their subtle iridescence and richness of fabric a testament to their opulent make. With sufficient movement, the underskirts of the gown are revealed, fabricating volume as well as grace. The deepest layers are the dreamy lavender of the bodice, fading in an opalescent gradient through paler hues until the outermost skirt. Evocative of Clarramore's silver-bemisted skybloom gardens in the heart of springtime, this gown embraces and enhances the natural, blossoming radiance of the bride on her special day.

 

You look at an impeccable steel-grey suit that Raikogen is wearing:

Classic lines and refined, precise angles integrate harmoniously in this gentlemanly suit, impeccably tailored from finespun steel-grey broadcloth to foster a distinguished appearance and streamlined, balanced silhouette when worn. The sharp, well-cut jacket is skilfully structured with firm, sharp cornered shoulders and a fitted waist to enhance the impression of a broad-shouldered, tapering figure, with narrow, peaked lapels, side vents, and a lustrous black silk lining adding subtle, sophisticated grace notes. The straight, crisply pleated trousers descend smoothly in a fluid, uninterrupted flow of supple steel-grey broadcloth, culminating in deep cuffs just past the ankle. A rich blue satin vest and matching pocket square deftly folded within the breast pocket lend colour and elegance over a pristine, snowy white shirt topped with a gleaming silver cravat. Adorning the jacket sleeves, a pair of twinkling sapphire cufflinks sculpted to resemble blossoming roses provides a brilliant finishing touch to this debonair, yet dignified ensemble.

Daraius

That suit alone is reason enough to marry the guy.

Thanks for posting this. Obviously I missed the first half, but I'm so glad I worked things out with my connection by the end. Isune's divine touches were fabulous.

Also, I take exception to this: 

The body of Daraius Shevat appears in a flash and his soul descends to fill it, causing the previously expressionless face to fill with emotion.

Should be the other way around.