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Entry tags:
wedding log
Characters: Aymeric, Era, Estinien, Loki, and whoever the heck else wants to show up
Summary: finally a proper wedding with a party and everything.
Date(s): May 5th
Warnings/Notes: gross smoop
☘ CEREMONY - 3 o'clock
☘ RECEPTION - 5 o'clock until ???
Summary: finally a proper wedding with a party and everything.
Date(s): May 5th
Warnings/Notes: gross smoop
☘ CEREMONY - 3 o'clock
The ceremony itself was small and simple. A few wooden benches in a forest clearing that guests can seat themselves on, the aisle between them covered with a thick white fabric with blue petals scattered over it and thistles placed along its edges.
It was a tradition that bride and groom not see each other before the ceremony and she was more than happy to follow it. Loki had helped her with her make-up and Estinien with her hair while she set her outfit to a glamour plate in preparation. Just outside the clearing was when she changed into her dress, both excited and unspeakably nervous.
When it started, Aymeric was waiting and Era didn't disappoint.
Loki guided her down the aisle toward her husband, where he stood more handsome than ever in a more modern white suit under the floral archway she crafted. Estinien was there by his side, armor conspicuously absent, though so was his scowl.
It was a whirlwind from there. Aymeric's vows were as eloquent as always. Era's were a simple 'I love you'. It suited them both.
They placed their rings on each other's respective fingers for the second time, and then Aymeric scooped her up to kiss her.
From there it was just a matter of moving on to the reception.
☘ RECEPTION - 5 o'clock until ???
The reception is an interesting mix of old fashioned and modern aesthetic, hosted at Mandy's Masquerade. Lit mostly by fairy lights and candles, the colour scheme is predominantly shades of blues and whites. There are no set tables as there were no set number of guests, but the tables and seating have been moved more out of the way to provide ample room for dancing.
Instead there is a buffet of all sorts of foods and no shortage of sweets. There is also, of course, an open bar.
Music is provided by Rosie, as Era trusts her friend's skills as a DJ.
Go nuts, Xistentians.
ceremony;
A flash of white in the trees. The faint clip of hooves daintier, smaller than any horse. The glint of a single long, white horn from the animal's head. Era could recognize the shape of the creature anywhere: a unicorn, moving in the distance. It pauses to stare at her through the trees for a moment, a few dozen yards off. Motionless as a caught breath.
Then it beckons gently, a bob of its slender head.]
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She's married now though - not that they weren't married before. It's just that now it feels even more official and Era is loathe to abandon her husband so shortly after their vows. But she's also loathe to ignore a unicorn.
It beckons to her and Era practically quivers in her excitement to go to it. She turns to look at Aymeric and offers him a soft smile. He returns it with something a little broader, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go. Her smile widens as well and she breaks out into a careful run toward her visitor, doing her best not to let her skirts catch on any branches.
She stops a respectful distance away and bows her head in greeting. ]
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Then it abruptly steps backward, turning. Motioning for her to follow. Its agile step doesn't make it easy-- one sudden turn and it nearly vanishes around the big, shaggy trunk of a willow tree, albeit fortunately not the type that literally eats its kind.
It whickers to her just once, as if to reassure her-- that it won't be far.]
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When it moves it's quick, though Era is accustomed enough to how agile unicorns are, whether they be Xistentian or Eorzean. She moves to follow, pausing only to glance back at Aymeric once more. They make eye contact and Era smiles reassuringly, offering a small wave as if to say see you soon.
Then she hikes up her skirt and follows with a swiftness that only years of arduous adventuring can bring. Even if it hadn't made a sound to reassure her Era would have trusted the beautiful creature, though she appreciates that it makes the effort. ]
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Another flicker, another step.
Another sudden turn.
And suddenly, the unicorn is gone. But in its wake, it has left her an odd marking on the wide trunk of an old, mossy tree. The figure has been unmistakably carved into the surface by a horn— though uniquely, instead of the raw, orange look of injured wood that she's seen a hundred thousand times before, there are already tiny budding flecks of greenery growing into the carving, promising to cover it fully soon.
It's nothing she's ever seen before. Birdsong emanates overhead. For the briefest instant, she thinks she catches a brief glow, reminiscent of her encounter with the strange boy on Blackavar Island months ago. Only this one is without color, and without a word spoken by her.]
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Era doesn't recognize the symbol. It probably wouldn't look out of place in ancient text, though she hasn't studied nearly enough to know for sure. She looks down to where Emeraldd lingers by her side, gesturing pointedly between it and the symbol. Her daemon gets the point and leaps onto her shoulder for a better angle to record from.
The regrowth is the most curious thing to her, because this carving was not there a moment ago yet it already looked almost healed over with new life. Tentatively she reaches out to touch it, curious. ]
How strange.
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It overwhelms her senses for a moment. A glow, blotting out the feel of greenery growing under her fingertips, the happiness of her marriage, the scent of the forest around her. The corners, the edges. The shape. It's now indellible in her mind's eye. She'll never forget.
—and the next moment, it's over. Her mind is quiet. The forest returns around her, green, punctuated by birdsong. The mark she had touched on the tree has nearly disappeared from sight.]
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That's
disconcerting.
Once Era realizes that her mind had been taken control of momentarily she finds herself pulling her hand back so quickly one might think she was burned by the mark. She trembles almost imperceptibly. Her mind isn't protected from everything but to have all of her senses stolen from her and focused on one thing that someone - something - wanted her to... It's a dangerous thing. Different from the Echo, because at least that only affects her when she's with company or in a sanctuary. She certainly doesn't like it.
Emmy nudges her leg, breaking her from her moment of overwhelming anxiety. It tugs on the hem of her dress, then begins skip-hopping back in Aymeric's direction.
Yes. That is... the best idea. That's what she should do. Era presses a shaking hand to her breast and takes a calming breath before hiking her skirts up again and returning to her husband. ]