Wedding: Joining of Hearts and Souls (Various)

by **Sayana** on June 25th, 2015, 1:38 am

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Summer 55, 515 AV – Syliran Theatre

The Syliran Theatre was decorated with numerous flowers arranged about the stone pillars of the courtyard and at the tables surrounding the venue. There was an array of twenty to thirty chairs in the center and all facing the same direction. Three rows with an aisle down the middle, dividing them into six. Syna shined brightly that day with the occasional large grey cloud passing overhead.

There were four chairs at the front. Two on one side facing the audience and two on the other side with substantial room in between. These would be for the guests of honor: Ball, Devi, Nivel and Garland. Just beyond the ‘stage’ area was a backdrop of stone pillars, a statue and a decorative display of flowers: red, white and blue. Guests were already beginning to gather and sit down. They had received formal invitations in neat clear handwriting to arrive in the early afternoon for the 14th bell.

A soft but clear melody began on a flute as Amelia played a rather calm piece while standing near the front but off to the side. Those citizens not attending the wedding but passing through the area would discretely walk by well behind the last row of chairs. It was clearly an arranged event despite the public setting and few would be rude enough to interrupt.

Sayana was just inside the door of an adjoining district. Her hair was done up, tight braids along the sides and her long hair flowing down her back. Her lips and eyes were accented with red along with black khol lining her eyes. She wore her wedding dress of brilliant red and white coupled with red low heeled shoes. Her bouquet matched with red and white roses as well as other flowers she couldn’t name. And lastly there was a single blue flower adorning her wrist with the blue stoned ring upon it.

Her heart was thumping as she waited. From nerves, excitement, joy, everything. Fortunately Nivel was with her and she could admire the beautiful basket of petals and flowers the pycon held.

“They should be nearly ready,” Sayana whispered despite it hardly being necessary with the door closed. “You’ll be going first and then I’ll follow shortly after,” she instructed as if it hadn’t been obvious before. The stresses of planning it all were plenty enough, even if she did have help setting it up by the buskers of the square.

The guests of honor, except for Nivel would be asked to sit in one of the four chairs at the front and the groom and priestess would simply stand in the middle and await for Sayana to join them.

Sayana’s Wedding Attire :

by **S'Essy** on June 29th, 2015, 5:46 pm

She didn't remember that place before, but the Syliran Theatre looked beautiful. Even more now as it was decorated. She was standing and was awed by the look of the place. Syna was shining bright also that day, even if sometimes clouds were hiding her. But She was still there and could see everything. It was a bit strange when such thing occurred, S'Essy preferred if Syna's lights were touching her and could feel her warmth and joy.

And strangely enough, she was also nervous. She was about to be the speaker for the marrying couple, the bond-seer to speak for all the gods to give their blessing for them. It was such an honor she never thought she would have. Her Konti gift however made it perfect for the position... or she thought that way. She looked up, not directly at Syna for the last time to gather some courage.

Then looked back and looked over the chairs and the people staring. Most of them already sat down, some were still talking to each other. Just waiting for a little bit, before she would start. She had to gather her thoughts together first too. She had to admit, it was tough to gather what she wanted to say in the wedding, she was laying in bed at nights hours, imagining how it would go down, what would she say.

Probably that was enough. "Everyone! Please, take your sits now, the ceremony would start now." She waited for all movements to stop, for all chatters to stop then she continued. "We gathered here, to see two people to show their loving bond before Cheva with their vows. I would like to ask the Groom to come here, followed by his bride!"

by **Aren** on July 13th, 2015, 7:20 am

Aren paced up and down the small room within which he hid, for that was the appropriate word. On the other side of that door there was a radical change in his life waiting for him. It was a change he had not only chosen, but actively pursued, yet now that he stood at the precipice of that abyss every muscle in his body threatened rebel against him. Marriage. What the hell had he been thinking? What could have ever possessed him to tie himself to another person, bound not merely by law, but by a god?

Apprehension, doubt and fear oozed out of the Akalak like a palpable substance, yet those feelings stood in stark contrast to their opposite number. A childish excitement and happy warmth filled him every time the face of his bride flashed across his mind. A smile crept up on his face whenever this happened, and his incessant pacing would stop for a moment.

Aren wore a black, long sleeved doublet with matching trousers. They were obviously of a fine material, silk, even at a glance, but there were no adornments or patterns to interrupt the darkness of the fibre. Though he could admire such types of decorations, he wasn't one for that kind of thing himself. He liked his attires simple and functional, thought he recognized that this preference was not particularly necessary in the current situation. Still, a century of maintaining this mindset was difficult to ignore and this became obvious when one looked the consummate warrior's feet. There they would see not fine shoes the equal of his shirt and trousers, but boots more fit for combat than anything else. They were cleaned and polished, yet breaking into a sprint or kicking someone in the face with them was certainly not out of the question. Some things, it seemed, just were never going to change.

Finally, a voice cut through all the noise in Aren's mind.

"I'm the groom. I'm the groom." He found that it helped to remind himself of this fact.

It wasn't Sayana's voice, but he knew that it called him to her just the same. That was all that was required for his nerves to settle, and the thought of his future with the Eypharian woman filled him with determination.

After taking a deep breath, the azure giant opened the door and headed towards what he suspected had been the origin of the request. He was to present himself, and be ready to swear some things before the ever watchful eyes of some invisible, yet undeniably real deity.

Aren swallowed hard as he walked, praying that he could actually remember his vows when the time came. Hopefully, his vaunted Akalak discipline wouldn't fail him when the time came and allow him not to embarrass himself too much.

"Relax, you damned fool. Even I'M starting to be affected by your blasted anxiety." Seros tried to sound convincing, but Aren wasn't buying it. It might have made him laugh, if he hadn't been so nervous, but it made him glad to know that his brother was sharing this moment with him; that he felt what he felt, because that meant that some part of him must have been happy too.

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by **Nivel** on July 17th, 2015, 7:30 am

OocSorry for the lateness

Nivel stood next to the many armed bride Sayana, who was looking particularly radiant today. The Pycon couldn’t help but look up in awe at how beautiful the Eypharian looked, the colours of her dress suited her well and her hair was elegantly styled. The tiny flower girl knew that Syna approved of the dress as well because the goddess’s light shone particularly bright that day. Nivel wore a dress that with a colour similar to the flower Sayana wore on her wrist, it was more on the frilly looking side with a couple petal like layers for the dress part and puffy shoulders that seemed to be styled after bluebell flowers. The designer of the pycon’s dress seemed to have run with the flower girl idea a little too much but it was definitely a cute dress none the less. As for make up, Nivel wore her usual watered down bluish grey clay around her eyes but didn’t do anything with her “hair”. At least that was until she witnessed Sayana’s hair and decided to wear it fancy as well. Nivel’s front braids casually around themselves around her wing like ears when she was sure no looking.

Nivel nodded at Sayana’s instructions and eagerly waited for her turn. The pycon was nervous as anyone would be with so many people looking but Nivel revealed in the feeling the anxiety gave her. It was like she was on a life or death mission without any of the risks, other than looking clumsy. She was still a little worried that she wouldn’t do a very good job but her only task was to throw flower petals around which was a job Nivel was born to do.

When the Groom finally made his way up, Nivel knew it was her turn to go. Being a little too eager she lifted her basket over her head and ran like she was doing a training drill. After she had gotten a safe distance she threw some flowers where she had just travelled in a dramatic flourish. Then nimbly scooped up a large bundle into her arms and began to do a few gentle spins and leaps in order to scatter the flowers around the basket. When she ran out she grabbed the basket again and repeated the process until she had gotten to the Alter. She only tripped once while doing her simple dance routine but her skills in acrobatics were able to make her tumble seem almost intentional by turning it into a forward roll.

She did a little bow to the audience and then ran with her empty basket to her chair. Instead of sitting however she climbed to the top of her chair to get a better look at the momentous occasion.

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by **Sayana** on July 18th, 2015, 6:40 pm

She could feel her heart thumping as Nivel left to go down the aisle. It was like the calm before a performance. Except it was never truly ‘calm’ before a performance. It was as if everything had been coming to this moment. She had been so busy preparing that it didn’t even seem like it was a reality. Yet here she was, dressed as beautifully as ever and ready to make promises, vows, to her beloved.

Jarring herself out of her thoughts, she realized it had probably been long enough for Nivel to get a good enough start. Aren would be waiting for her, along with all her friends. It was a shame her family couldn’t have come but it was probably for the best too.

Sayana opened the door slowly and refrained from picking at her beautifully done up hair. She watched as Nivel did a cute little tumble and roll as the rest of the flowers were dispersed. Yes, she might as well turn it into a show and at least try to keep her heart from pounding out of her chest. With a smile, quite genuine now, Sayana began a slow walk towards where S’Essy stood with Aren. Aren… he was, well she hadn’t expected him to dress up so finely. And he had done a wonderful job of it too. Sayana proceeded slowly and held her bouquet of flowers in her high hands. As she neared the first row of guests she gave a smile in their direction and lifted up her dress slightly so she might do a single twirl. The dress skimmed over the fallen flower petals and she beamed at the other rows of guests. She was glad to have gotten so many of her friends to come and with one final spin she beamed at those up at the front. Her guests of honor, S’Essy, and Aren. Most of all Aren.

At last she made it to the front and took her place opposite to Aren. She wanted to kiss him, but tried to focus instead on the ceremony and if nothing else, the brilliant rings upon her fingers that he had given her. Diamond on her high left, akalite on her mid hand and fireheart on her other mid. Her own heart beat quickly as she looked into her lover’s eyes.

by **Ball** on August 26th, 2015, 12:12 pm

"My Speaking"

My Thoughts

Ball was seated, the Konti woman before them all had made that statement pretty clear and yet no one listened. Today, Ball wasn’t just a member of the order as a squire, today he was also the best man for the groom. Ball was never sure how they managed to become close friends; maybe it was Ball feeling connected to him via his first patron. It didn’t matter now; instead he was sitting up front in one of four chairs that were currently empty, when the groom showed his big blue body from a room adjacent to the room the crowd was in. He strolled up, appearing a bit nervous – Ball could relate to some extent, especially from the season before.

The three inch pycon wasn’t dressed, Hai, his appearance was literally no different than usual really. His one eye watched the groom and then the hurricane of flowers that succeed him, That must be the cue for the bride. Having to scramble upwards to the top of the chair Ball could barely see the start of the aisle. There though, at the very end was the bride, dressed in a beautiful dress He beamed to her hand waved his little hand, probably for nothing. Then he turned to look at Nivel, she was the one throwing the flowers. Her dress looked oddly familiar to the squire, but he couldn’t place from where. Didn’t matter though, it wasn’t full of buttons or homemade and it appeared to fit her quite well. He smiled at her excitement that was evident in her twirling throws.

Shaking his head though to release his gaze from the throwing flowers he turned his attention to the priestess, she was at the front, but Ball had no idea what to do with himself, was he supposed to go up? Was he supposed to stay seated?

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by **Garland** on August 30th, 2015, 5:57 am

Garland had just made it before the start. He saw Nivel running down the aisle. This was the first time he had ever been to a wedding. He had no idea what to say when his time is up, but he could make things up as he goes.

It shouldn't be that hard right? All he had to say was how lucky the groom is and how beautiful the bride is... right? He had no idea what to say other than that.

He had bought a nice suit before and styled his hair for today. Though when he saw the groom up front, Garland looked more like a waiter than someone attending a wedding.

He looked over to the bride and... Sayana looked absolutely magnificent. He grew a big smile on his face and looked over to the groom, he was obviously nervous, and he couldn't blame him, he had a beautiful bride walking down the aisle, Garland would be nervous too.

He felt a few tears welling up in his eyes. These were tears of joy, he coughed a bit and wiped them away. He waited for Sayana to meet with her groom before he... talks... He was nervous himself, he had no idea how to start or even what to talk about beyond the obvious.

Oh dear... Here's hoping he doesn't screw up his friend's wedding by saying something incredibly stupid.

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by **Devi** on August 30th, 2015, 1:59 pm

Devi sat at the front of the theatre in a seat of honour, just behind Sayana. The beat in her chest was so insistent that had she been her own patient she might have been concerned about heart problems. She had watched Sayana’s slow walk down the aisle, the skirt of her rich red dress brushing over the petals left by Nivel’s rather enthusiastic flower-throwing. Looking around Devi could see the same whisper of panic in other pairs of eyes and she felt slightly better. At least she wasn’t the only one terrified of saying something amiss.

She breathed deeply, smoothing out her own dress and picking delicately at the small array of flowers in her hands. The long length of silk currently hugging her curves was cobalt blue, completing the trio of colours with those of the bride that mirrored the beautiful flowers arranged around them and in her hands.

Devi smiled as Sayana did a little twirl in her dress for the guests. She looked happy. In fact, happy was an utterly insufficient word for what Sayana looked right now. Unable to prevent her trained eyes from straying, Devi found herself looking at Sayana’s abdomen. Although subtle at this stage and not too noticeable dressed as she was, the doctor in her could see the slight bump forming there. With it came the usual twist of emotions. She and her Eypharian friend had already spoken about the potential dangers of her current situation. Still if there was anyone who could beat the odds through sheer stubbornness, it was Sayana.

Devi shook her head. Now was not the time to brood. Now was the time to wish her friends all the happiness in the world. Right before she had to speak to a room full of people without showing them the contents of the meagre lunch she had somehow managed to force herself to eat barely an hour ago.

Gods, this isn’t even your wedding you lunatic. Save your nerves for that.

by **Sayana** on September 19th, 2015, 5:10 pm

As everyone moved to take their places, Sayana couldn’t help but smile at all her friends. Even little Ball had found his seat amongst the guest speakers and Sayana felt a wave of gratitude to all those wishing Aren and her the best.

“I’d just like to thank everyone for coming today,” she spoke in a loud clear voice. “It means a lot to me and to Aren for you to witness our union and I’m sure Cheva will smile upon us on this special day.” The Eypharian clasped the groom’s blue hands in her own. “Our love is strong and it binds us together. And together we will be raise a strong son, and surely more to come. May Syna give us the light to see our path. May Makutsi bring forth life and nurture us with her blessed waters. And may Wysar give us the strength and determination to see through any challenge that we might face.”

At this point she realized that she might have gotten a little carried away with it all but when she glanced at S’Essy, the konti didn’t seem concerned with the way things were going. Sayana took another deep breath and continued. “When Aren and I met, I honestly thought it was going to be a one night thing. But there was more, much more. He was someone I could open up to and I think I was that person for him as well. There was trust, love, and always that bit of tease. I would never trade him away for another.”

The bride felt like she had done it justice despite the impromptu nature of her speech and she turned to the various guest speakers. “I’d like to introduce: Devi, my maid of honor; Ball, Aren’s best man; and Garland, my first real friend of Syliras who has been with me this whole time.” She gestured to each in turn as she introduced them.

“If my guest speakers could say a few words, that would be wonderful. A phrase or two, a poem, a prayer to a god, or even just your best wishes. Anything would be much appreciated.” And with that she turned it over to her friends at the front with her.

by **Garland** on September 24th, 2015, 10:45 am

Seeing as no else has anything to say, or was feeling a bit shy, Garland decided to stand up. "I have a few words." He was glad Sayana found someone she could talk with. Aren probably already knew what happened when she was traveling from her home city to Syliras. It wouldn't surprise him if Aren knew more about her than he did.

He walked over to Sayana and gave a confident smile. He turned to face the crowd that gathered here for the wedding, he coughed gingerly. "I have no idea what I'm going to say, but here we go."

He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm quite happy to have found such a great friend in Sayana. At first we sorta tried to avoid eachother, I think that was in Fall last year, right? Anyway the two of us started off on the wrong foot, mostly because I was a stick in the mud and Sayana was a bit... overbearing when we met." He wasn't about to say that Sayana gave Garland his first kiss when they met, especially since today was her wedding day, he was confident he could at least hold a bit of his own against the giant Sayana decided to marry, and it might have been fun, but he wasn't about to ruin her wedding for a bit of rough housing.

"But I could see that she had a fire inside her that can't be put out easily, Sayana is a strong woman and one that can hold her own against any and all odds, and eventually overcome that! So here I am, and I say congratulation to Sayana for finding someone worthy to be her husband, and congratulation to Aren for being the lucky man to take this lady's hand, or hands, in marriage!" He said with a large smile and walked off to his seat.

People seemed content with how Garland delivered his speech, though he felt like it was a bit lacking, but he was never one for long winded speeches and he wasn't one to become the center of attention at someone else's wedding.

Closed Wedding: Joining of Hearts and Souls (Various)