Elaejia (prime)/2025-02-23 - Wedding of Aendir and Elaejia (log)
The wedding of Aendir and Elaejia Silithyr took place on 23rd Fashanos, 5123 at the Ilyan Syndicate's Illithien Aerie in Ta'Illistim.
Program
The letters E and A are entwined in a calligraphied monogram overlaid on a watermarked vivid ianthine gladiolus at the top of of the white program.
In the Common language, it reads:
~ * ~ Elaejia x Aendir ~ * ~
Marriage Program
* 2:00pm ~ Gathering of the Guests ~
Guests to assemble in the Aerie Conservatory
* 2:30pm ~ Procession & Ceremony ~
The couple will arrive and exchange traditional Loenthran vows
* 3:00pm ~ Reception Feast & Gifts of Poesy ~
The Celebrants and Guests to gather in Astrapia Hall
for dancing, merriment, and to share their gifts of love poetry
* 4:00pm ~ Farewell & Blessings ~
As the winter sun sinks to its rest, the couple will
take their leave with the well-wishes of their beloved kin & friends
Procession & Ceremony
The guests gathered in the Conservatory beneath the Aerie's dwarf haon tree, which cast otherworldly shade through its translucent leaves over an aeunarad arbor. A carpet of rose petals formed the aisleway for the couple when they made their entrance from the halls below.
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You see Master Aendir Silithyr Loenthra the Financier. He appears to be an Elf. He is tall and has a lean, rangy build. He appears to be in the bloom of youth. He has keen, silver-edged coal black eyes and fair skin. He has neck length, fine glaes-sheened hair briskly combed back from the temples with a bone white tuft at his part. He has a long face, a classical nose and angular pointed ears. He has finely sculpted and refined features, save for the jagged scar that runs from the bottom of his right ear to the base of his neck. He is inked with a repeating motif of entwined klys leaves and gladioli upon his hands. He has a silhouette of two counter-set ebon crows inked boldly on the back of his right hand. His imposing figure is obscured by a haze of shadowy black. He is in good shape. He is wearing a band-collared snowy white vicuna coat split into jet-limned tails, an onyx jacquard cincher over a winter white noil shirt contrasted by a twice-knotted cravat of onyx jacquard, a slim band of klys leaf-chased gold encircling the left ring finger, some jet-hued vicuna trousers buttoned in vaalin, and some sable suede-framed velvet shoes buckled with ebon cloisonne.
You see Lady Elaejia Silithyr Loenthra the Benefactress. She appears to be an Elf. She is perfectly postured and has a muscled, but soft physique. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has subtly tilted cobalt-violet eyes and rose-tinted fair skin. She has very long, silky caramel-brushed blonde hair that cascades in a subtly gold-sheened curtain. She has a thin-boned, gracefully angular countenance, tapering to a softly pointed chin. She is inked with a repeating motif of entwined klys leaves and gladioli upon her hands. She has a band of silver-inked sigils on her wrist. She is in good shape. She is wearing a fan-collared snowy vicuna cape draped from a tiered set of jet-lined pearl pauldrons, an ebon noil blouse caught at the cuffs by vaalin buttons, a slim ring of klys leaf-chased gold encircling the left ring finger, a contoured cloudsilk cincher spilling a train of ebon charmeuse ribbon-ruched folds, some snowy vicuna trousers paneled in jet lace, and a pair of pearlescent floriated velvet slippers lofted on silk-bowed ebon heels.
You see Lord Daevian Corwyth Vaalor. He appears to be an Elf. He is strikingly tall and has a robust and strapping physique. He appears to be an adult. He has piercing albino pink eyes and milky white skin. He has very long, silky platinum hair twisted into a coiled bun of loose overlapping plaits, adorned with a spiraling ornament of glossy crow feathers. He has a chiseled, angular face, a gently sloped nose and slightly upswept pointed ears. A whip-thin scar curves around the right side of his neck. He has a curvilinear stroke of smoke black lined across his lashes, the ink tapering towards his brow. He has an inked collection of medicinal herbs running the length of his arm. He is in good shape. He is holding an ebon parchment envelope in his left hand. He is wearing assorted smoky glass earcuffs, a navel-length trio of knotted platinum rope chains, a dusk grey jacquard jacket worked in metallic-threaded fractals, a charcoal silk cincher boned in bare pewter branches extending upward over an ebon rosesilk-paneled shirt with a semi-sheer chiffon yoke, a stained glass iridescent ebon crow cuff, a hammered platinum band sliced by obsidian encircling the left ring finger, some fitted pewter vicuna pants laced at the back, and a pair of black leather boots with knee-high split cuffs.
You see Jossarian Silithyr the Artist. He appears to be a Loenthra Elf. He is tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be youthful. He has subtly tilted ink blue eyes and fair skin. He has waist length, silky pale golden hair swept back into a sleek, clubbed queue by a ribbon of interwoven black silk and smoky amethyst feathers tied at mid-back. He has a fine-boned, angular face and a narrow, slightly cleft chin. Dark shadows mar the skin beneath his eyes. Tarnished silver wires coil artfully about both his ears, securing along their upper ridges a pair of thin niello silver quills trailing backswept coal black crow feathers in wispy arcs. He has a tendril of entwined platinum and tarnished silver in the upper ridge of his right ear. He is in good shape. He is wearing a high-collared charcoal grey moire silk jacket trailing a gauzy floor-length cape, a lustrous white silk cravat shot with silver threads, a silvered silk jacquard waistcoat woven throughout with motes of smoky grey shadowglass over a tab-collared white silk shirt with artfully flared cuffs, a stained glass iridescent ebon crow cuff, a matte silver band split by pave black sapphires encircling the left ring finger, a wide black star sapphire ring, a snug pair of pale grey leather pants, and some dusky shark skin boots with glass-like obsidian toes.
You have metallic-sparked notes of ozone crackling against seawater-heavy mist, creating an atmosphere charged with flashes of dark and light. Faint traces of ash enshroud the corrupted iron core, sweetened only by tentacles of thick molasses that threaten to draw the scent into depths of blackened vanilla.
You see Miss Lissaya Vaillancourt Loenthra the Witch of the Shining City. She appears to be an Elf. She is average height and has a slender build. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has dark-lashed, wide larkspur blue eyes and exceedingly fair skin. She has mid back-length, languidly waved vanilla blonde hair smoothly swept into an elegant chignon at the nape of her neck and pinned beneath a ribbon-looped net and silk fascinator dotted in jeweled origami butterflies. Dainty but sharp fae-like features dominate her face. A prismatic dark magenta wispstone is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling lavender-grey sheen across her face. She has a trio of twisted silver rings in her left eyebrow, an intricate blackwork tattoo blossoming down her left arm, and a tattooed ring of stylized greyscale flames on her finger. She is in good shape. She is wearing a floral-motif back pendant of silver revealing a pearlescent briar-winged butterfly, a floor-grazing wrap of lush dark sable casually slung over her shoulder, a drape-backed mauve cloudsilk gown pinned by lengths of naevela-crafted blossoms, a spill of semi-sheer lace underskirts illuminated by shards of arathiel, a narrow silver filigree signet, and some dusky mauve pearl-beaded lace pompes raised on naevela-wrapped heels.
You have lush layers of rose aromatics twisting about you. The essence of fresh-cut selanael with hints of herbaceous and violet-scented beleria flows through the rose-laden perfume, while crushed aelerine notes and a tinge of ivybriar shine through at the last moment.
You see Adjutant Yunni Radottir Ardenai the Crimson Adventurer. She appears to be an Elf. She is taller than average and has a leanly muscled physique. She appears to be of a tender age. She has sparkling crystal green eyes and fair skin. She has long, braided strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a single wrist-thick braid that falls across a clean undercut at her nape. She has a delicate face and thin eyebrows. Her features as a whole are androgynous in quality. She has a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her finger. She is in good shape. She is wearing a shoulder-pinned plum velvet court cape lined in white silk, a delicate chain tucked into a vest pocket, a pearlescent flyrsilk vest over a violet-grey ruhani wool tunic sewn with beleria clusters, some fitted pearlescent organza trousers with a braided silver belt, and some iron grey talon-gilded tweed knee-boots laced with silver-gilt rope.
You see Great Lady Traiva Verethundi the Incantress. She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Mrae'ni Clan. She is petite in stature and has an hourglass figure. She appears to be in the spring of life. She has smoldering, viridian-flecked dark hazel eyes and rose-tinted ivory skin. She has hip length, softly curled deep cordovan hair woven into a multi-strand braid pinned by a translucent organza rosette framed by a fan of green-black feathers. She has a heart-shaped face and high cheekbones. She has a silver-washed dove grey lacquer brushed onto her gently tapered fingernails. She has a pair of jade-veined elongated emerald wings. She has a stalk of blush-hued tuberoses nestled in vivid jade green leaves on her arm, and a knotwork and dragonfly tattoo on her neck. She is in good shape. She is wearing some mosaic-set iridescent ebon crow earrings a translucent chalcedony rose suspended from a thin silk ribbon, a trailing silk crepe gown with a fan of nacreous feathers on each sleeveless shoulder with an ebon lace corset visibly boned along the contours of the hips underneath, some elbow-length flyrsilk gloves woven with a subtle feather motif, a narrow silver ring sporting a green-sheened nacreous starling, some whisper-thin stockings of gilt-veiled pearl gossamer, and a pair of nacreous starling-beaded branch-inked silk slippers.
Traiva has the bare scent of sheer white musk and paper-thin citrus peel enveloping her. Dulcet base notes of lush faewood blossoms enrich the perfume with an intensely floral core.
You see Loremaster Rohese Bayvel Illistim. She appears to be an Elf. She is taller than average with a slender willowy form. She appears to be of a tender age. She has silver-lashed misty grey eyes and preternaturally pale skin. She has lustrous, cool silver hair drawn back in elegant twists that are captured by an intricately woven circlet of lavender wisteria and glossy verdant leaves, though several tendrils slip free to halo the face. She has slender ears peeking through her hair that taper to fine points. Her composed expression has a sense of scholarly authority despite her youthful, fey-like appearance. A delicate pallid violet amethyst cut into a sharply pointed teardrop is positioned between her eyes, which casts a sparkling deep lavender sheen across her face. She has a scattering of tiny opal droplets set along the slender tips of her pointed ears, a cascade of tiny silver stars tattooed over her right eyebrow that fades into her hairline, and an inking of a faint star constellation on her neck. She has occasional faint traces of text flowing beneath her visible skin. She is in good shape. She is wearing a luxurious pale golden velvet stole, a vine-like kelyn ring cradling a violet and gold amethyst in a curled leaf, a muted celadon silk gown with soft silver-tinged hanging sleeves with a smooth lavender charmeuse shift with a glimmering gold and silver sheen underneath, and a pair of pearlescent lavender silk chopines.
Rohese has in the air about her a shroud, as light as feathered wings, held aloft by a breath of wisteria incense stirred by strands of niveous calla lily. Chords of white sandalwood and rose attar thread languidly throughout, underscored by a touch of frankincense.
You see Dame Dirra Crawfinn the Knight of Vornavis. She appears to be a Human from Vornavis. She is average height. She appears to be an adult. She has sparkling pale blue eyes and pale skin. She has very long, tousled copper red hair swept back from the temples. She has a delicate face, a freckled nose and high cheekbones. She has a chain of intricate runes tattoo on her arm. She is in good shape. She is wearing a braided silken ribbon choker, an argent silk cloak, a hammered silver livery collar, a sleeveless icy blue silk dress with black opal beading on the skirts, a pair of argent watered silk high-heeled shoes, and a pair of golden spurs.
You see Lord Teveriel Anduin Vaalor the Nobleman of the Fortress. He appears to be an Elf. He is tall in stature and has a hard-muscled physique. He appears to have come of age. He has brooding steel grey eyes and fair skin. He has mid-back length, straight pale blonde hair worn loose save for a duo of lengthy temple-braids tucked behind the left ear, the foremost one secured by a simple suede cord adorned with a splayed trio of nacreous raven feathers. He has a chiseled, angular face, a straight nose and broad shoulders. His steeply arched, dark eyebrows and symmetrical features lend him a dour countenance. He is in good shape. He is wearing a white satin jacket tooled along the leather collar with errant wing patterns, a rose-burnt velvet cravat, an onyx-buttoned waistcoat of anthracite damask over a crisp ivory linen shirt with a spread stygian suede collar, a signet band of interlocking vaalin plumes, some pale cameline trousers with a tight herringbone weave, and a pair of black boar hide square-toed shoes laced with silver satin.
You see Lucraine the Composer. He appears to be a Human from Highmount. He is taller than average. He appears to be very young. He has long-lashed, marine-haloed crystal blue eyes and bronze skin. He has long, straight blonde hair gathered into two long braided pigtails beneath a flat-topped hat with a silver-winged fat-bottomed bumblebee-painted card tucked in the band. He has a clean-shaven face, a classical nose and a well-defined jawline that is marred only by a fading mark from the remnants of an old bee sting. He has an octagonal gold honeycomb earcuff attached to his ear. He has an onyx-shaded crimson flame tattoo on his finger, a gold-twined ivory bar in the upper ridge of his left ear, and a plump honeybee tattoo nestled into a four leaf clover on his ear. A tiny swarm of plump saffron bumblebees buzz to and fro around Lucraine, the black-striped insects occasionally resting upon his gloves, tipping their bodies upside down as they inspect the honeycomb patterns. He is in good shape. A knobby sentient potato sprouting a fuzzy peach is settled on his shoulder. He is wearing a large gold earring, a lustrous black silk kimono inked with white musical notations, a polished redwood mandolin with a bee embossed honey-hued strap, a high-collared niveous satin shirt, a bumblebee-etched golden armcuff set with eyes of diamond studs, a curved gold signet crafted in an amber-filled honeycomb pattern, a bee-motif honey silk sash, some gently flared ebon silk nanjir side-seamed with subtle whitework arabesques, and a pair of obsidian black smooth ramie silk divit-toed shoes.
You see Riend Ar'Fiernel the Master Artisan of Locksmehr River. She appears to be a Sylvankind. She is tall in stature and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be in the bloom of youth. She has expressive, chestnut-haloed malachite green eyes and gardenia white skin. She has fine, textured hellebore black hair artfully plaited into a wide basket weave and pulled back into a low bun accented by a spiral pattern of aura agita and ithaenil beads. She has an oval face, a gently sloped nose and gracefully pointed ears that complement her high cheekbones. Though her features are predominantly sylvan, subtleties in the shape of her face and the tilt of her eyes appear faintly erithian. She wears a filigree-set arathiel earcap reflecting through pink petalite blossoms, the gradient of colors tracing her temples. She has a rune tattoo on her arm. She is in good shape. She is wearing an avian-carved gold back pendant nestled in a bouquet of stargazer lyshaelyn florals, a pale rose quartz chainsil bliaut contoured by a ribbon-laced corsage of overlapped silk leaves with a faintly ruched pallid silk chemise trailing pendant sleeves of floral lace underneath, an arabesqued cavela belt thrice-wrapped snugly around the abdomen, and a pair of marbled pink pearl-beaded lace slippers raised on foliate ora heels.
You see Rivienne Mandaire Loenthra of the Shining City. She appears to be an Elf. She is petite and has a balletic body. She appears to have come of age. She has demure violet eyes and silken alabaster skin. She has long, free-flowing starling black hair woven into an intricate infinity knot pierced by a quintet of rose gold hairsticks with branch-like ends arranged in a fan. She has narrow, delicately pointed ears. Her aspect embodies a fluid symmetry of sharp angles and gentle curves. She is in good shape. She is wearing a plum velvet shawl, a peach silk gown painted with a plum beleria over its left side, a linked rose gold bracelet set with ovals of amethyren, and a pair of smoky violet tone-on-tone damask chopines set on orbed rose gold heels.
A layer of water surrounds Arenglae and ripples with each movement. You see Lady Arenglae Amalathia of House Illistim. She appears to be an Illistim Elf. She is average height and has a lithesome, nimble build. She appears to be of a tender age. She has subtly tilted argent-sheened celestial blue eyes and impeccably radiant lotus white skin. She has very long, silvery arctic white hair caught in a series of braided loops beneath a labyrinthine platinum circlet side-framed in a curtain of white ermine moth beads, the ends subtly concealed beneath the coils. She has a gently sloped aquiline nose and elongated outwardly curved ears. A subtly strong chin offsets the smooth, soft features gently rounding out her face. She has a quintet of niello silver teardrops inset with everfrost shards in the upper ridge of her left ear. She is in good shape. She is wearing a double-tiered platinum choker dripping inky black nightstones, an overgown of overlapping twisted silver chains draped from a brilliant snowblind diamond pendant over a lustrous white samite bliaut front-split over some silver lace and silk underskirts, a twisted blue vaalin signet ring bearing an elven crest, and some nacre velvet pompes dripping thin chains down each ankle. Swirls of pale silver snowflakes fall slowly across her form, glistening faintly as she moves.
You see Lord Kothos Blud the Priest of Ivas. He appears to be a Half-Elf. He is very tall and has a broad-shouldered slender frame. He appears to be in the spring of life. He has copper-ringed seaglass green eyes and sun-bronzed, coppery skin. He has long, voluminous raven black hair cascading into a lush tumult of violet-sheened curls. He has a graceful, oval-shaped face, an aquiline nose and a set of high cheekbones that are softened by the gentle contours of his jawline. His rounded nails are brushed with matte, aquamarine-tinted electrum lacquer highlighting a powdery spring azure butterfly perched upon the ring finger. He has a balefire-hued shrouded bog tattoo on his thigh. He is in good shape. He is wearing a simple copper medallion graced with milky jade orchid inlay, a wisp-shaped aventurine Ivas symbol suspended from a rose gold chain, an interlocking chain of bronze thorns strung upon ribbed smoke-grey silk ribbons, a jade green lushly embroidered cassock composed of copper-threaded spidersilk, an intertwining copper and gold wristcuff, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, and some mesh sandals beaded with green velvet malachite stones.
You see Adalfuns Kylling. He appears to be a Human. He is tall. He appears to be young. He has blue eyes and tanned skin. He has nape-length, silky blonde hair. He has broad shoulders. A mask covers his face, shrouding it in a layer of scaled vruul skin and faenor. He is in good shape. He is wearing a rope-chained kelyn necklace strung with a cushion-cut ember orange hyacinth pendant, a honeycomb-patterned hunter green leather jerkin, a high-collared niveous linen shirt with subtle embroidery, a squared celaeun signet, some fitted walnut brown kidskin pants, and a pair of dark floral-branded suede shoes with low kelyn heels.
A faint, haunting melody seems to accompany the light surrounding Imrys, the air around her rippling with sound. Delicate strands of pale light weave through the melody, as though she is suspended in an unseen current of music; the notes are barely perceptible but mesmerizing. You see Imrys Kylling Ardenai the Muse. She appears to be an Elf. She is average height and has a lissome figure. She appears to be very young. She has vibrant dark blue-green eyes and very fair, lightly freckled skin. She has long, gleaming pearl blonde hair smoothly brushed beneath a filigreed rose gold circlet haloed in stargazer jade cabochons and left in curtains of ironed-straight strands. She has a fine-boned face, a straight nose and slightly pointed ears. She has lusterless smoke grey lacquer brushed onto her long fingernails. She is in good shape. She is wearing a collar of slim bronze branches, a truffle-hued wyrsilk ruhana draped loosely from the upper arms, a rose gold velveteen gown grazed with tiny bronze oak leaves, an intricately woven wrist-cuff of luminescent peach sel'elun blossoms, a slender lytani wedding band, a petite pink lily jade signet, and a pair of rose gold lustrous satin slippers set on fluted bronze heels.
You see Lucrecea Ruin the Envoy of the North. She appears to be an Ardenai Elf. She is of a slight height and has a svelte figure. She appears to be youthful. She has slightly canted vibrant mulberry-hued eyes and smoothly tanned skin. She has gentle curls of long, bronze-swept silky raven black hair that falls in a tousled mane to the center of her back. She has a delicately boned face and long, slender ears ending in thinly tapering tips. A tiny arathiel songbird earcap is perched atop the tip of her left ear, softly illuminating the contours of her profile. She has sharply tapering strokes inked in deep ebony sweeping upward from the corners of her eyes. A fan of ethereal blades hovers high about her form, twisting and turning silently. She is in good shape. She is wearing a black iron circlet wrought into branching antlers, a filigree collar of dark garnet teardrops, a full-faced dark wolf stole with long alabaster claws, a smooth ebony crocodile skin corset presenting a structured hourglass silhouette over a trained jet black gown with shoulder-draped appliques, a darkened pewter signet ring, and some pale satin pompes raised upon iron-caged avian skulls that cradle the heels.
You see Sir Cryheart Thaxin the Knight Banneret. He appears to be a Human from Honneland. He is taller than average and has a muscular physique. He appears to be time-worn. He has piercing blue-grey eyes and tanned skin. He has shoulder-length, tousled golden brown hair with the slightest hint of grey at the temples. He has an angular face, a prominent nose and broad shoulders. A slight scar, barely visible, indents his left cheek. He has a rampant silver gryphon tattoo on his neck, and a pair of small ivory bone rings in the upper ridge of his left ear. He is in good shape. He is wearing a silver-edged blue pelican feather, a raven-black wool tam o'shanter, an ebony headband swirled with red and silver tones, a midnight black earcuff tooled with a silver gryphon, a hammered golvern torc ending in bloodjewel-eyed gryphon heads, a supple suede fetish beaded with chips of bone, an elongated ur-barath rune, a gilded locus, a wyrmwood amulet, an urglaes thumb-ring, a hammered gold band, an intricately woven wrist-cuff of owl feathers and luckbloom blossoms, a gold-linked ghezyte bracelet with tiny malachite vines, some fitted myklian scale gloves, a silver-edged emerald hair ribbon, some rusalkysk-banded rusalkoren bracers, a black enameled bracer with a silver gryphon set in a ruby circle, a glaes-bound ebonwood badge, a quintuple orb brooch, a mystical jade dragon pin, a braid-trimmed black silk sash, a bronze and star ruby pin, a gauzy emerald green scarf embroidered with a white swan, a raven black wool shirt with silver-framed gryphon-shaped cufflinks, a green and claret wool greatkilt, a black cotton twill cloak, a black leather belt with a silver gryphon buckle, a hammered copper bell strung from ivory ribbons, a crystallized silvery fossil charm, a close-fitting pyrothag hide sheath, a bear skin leather pouch, a rolaren mesh sack with a veniom clasp in the shape of a silver gryphon, a supple brindlecat hide herb satchel with a leaf-shaped eahnor clasp, a pair of red gillies and hose, and a pair of golden spurs.
You see Arena Contender Kayse Thaellian the Firefly of the Darkstone Bay Consortium. She appears to be an Aelotoi of the Vaer'sah Clan. She is statuesque and has a curvaceous figure. She appears to be youthful. She has voluminously lashed, viridian-specked pear green eyes and freckle-dusted, smooth olive skin. She has long, lustrous deep garnet-hued hair styled into tousled, unruly waves that are loosely pulled back at the temples with some sinous dark gold hairpins, the style left to drape over each of her shoulders. She has strong and toned features, yet still possesses alluring feminine qualities enhanced by her soft full blush-hued lips. She has a pair of oval niveous-veined shadowy black wings. She has a rune tattoo on her arm, an onyx-hued palm print inked on her wrist, a primitively inked white jagged heart on her finger, a multi-colored ink splotched lily on her arm, a kohl-outlined feather quill on her wrist, an inked vine laden with blossoms on her waist, a series of smoke-hued feathers inked along her collarbone, and an ink-stroked flaming violet edged in gilt on her finger. She has occasional faint traces of ivory-striated nightshade petals flowing beneath her visible skin. She is in good shape. She is wearing some gilt-swirled plum zelflyr fragments laying loosely across the decolletage, a satin-lined smoke grey paeline cloak, a low-cut dark golden velvet bliaut pin-pleated to reveal cream underskirts with a silk chemise accented by variegated plum lace applique underneath, a zydris and sephwir ring, and a pair of cream-hued shimmering aqilorn shoes lofted on chain-draped heels.
You see Lady Cylnthia Kythnis Ardenai the Evergreen Rose. She appears to be an Elf. She is tall in stature. She appears to be advanced in years. She has twinkling, gold-flecked forest green eyes and sun-kissed, unblemished skin. She has ankle-length, sleek raven black hair gathered into a ponytail caught by a single sapphire rosebud. Her long, graceful ears are partially hidden by wayward strands of her hair. She has a golden leaf tattoo on her neck, and some warmly inked harvest-hued vines on her leg. She is in good shape. She is wearing a thick ruhani wool wrap, a back-latticed dark malachite green satin gown side-split from hip to ankle, some rose-embroidered evergreen silk gloves, a braided belt, and some soft dark umber slippers inset with onyx roses.
You have the evergreen aroma of redwoods about you, as enduring as the old-growth forests themselves. The crimson notes sink into a heart of blackened vanilla, a smoky sweetness that melds seamlessly with the wood. Even as the fragrance begins to fade, all chords are accounted for, and together they disperse on barely there hints of rock rose.
Ceremony
[Illithien Aerie, Conservatory] Warm, moisture-laden air fills this large conservatory. Countless panes of copper-hued glass framed with white metal arch high overhead, flooding the space with warm sunlight. Songbirds flit about, warbling mellifluously. Marble tile pathways lead between raised planter beds, each filled with lush flora and dotted with blooms in gradient hues. A densely canopied dwarf haon is the focal point, its translucent leaves casting a luminescent halo magnified by a reflection pool beneath its elliptical foliage. You also see a bushy-tailed desert coyote, a black-tipped cloud wolf, the Corlandith disk, the tooled leather Adalfuns disk, a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor, a rectangular pale linden tea table carved with bas-relief roses with some stuff on it, a descending curved staircase and an arched glass-paned door. Also here: Kippe, Riend, Loremaster Rohese, Magister Raelee, Lady Arenglae, Drazaa, Arena Contender Kayse, Rivienne, Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Lord Teveriel, Corlandith, Adalfuns, Imrys, Lucrecea, Lady Luxelle, High Lord Aetheri, Miss Lissaya, Lady Cylnthia, Lord Daevian, Great Lady Traiva, Jossarian, Sir Cryheart
Daevian clears his throat.
Teveriel nods understandingly at Lucrecea.
Master Aendir's group just wandered up a descending curved staircase.
Rohese beams happily at Aendir!
Rohese looks at Elaejia and squeals.
Lissaya glances between Aendir and Elaejia.
Kayse glances between Elaejia and Aendir.
Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Aendir.
Kothos gazes admiringly at Elaejia.
Aendir says, "Good afternoon to you all. We are so pleased and honored that you've gathered here with us today."
Marraga just wandered up a descending curved staircase.
Marraga offers Elaejia a spray of dark-hearted ghost flowers.
Marraga blushes a nice shade of light pink.
Elaejia accepts Marraga's ghost flowers.
Marraga just wandered down a descending curved staircase.
Aendir says, "Each of you means something special to us, and we're delighted to share this day with you."
Aendir amusedly says, "Now let us begin, hm? We've kept you waiting long enough."
Luxelle curtsies with a slight tilt of her head, the shadows woven into her elesine gown unfurling like blooms of dusky umbra.
Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.
(Aendir walks down the aisle of petals toward the arbor, causing the scent of bruised roses to meld with the rich loamy atmosphere of the conservatory. The late afternoon sun sparkles through the translucent leaves of the haon tree and glints off his dark hair as he takes his place before the arbor, hands straying to adjust his jacquard cravat.)
Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian whispers aloud, "See? It runs in the family."
Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "You both look like mirrored images of one another, already interconnected."
Aendir resolutely states, "We thank you all for joining us on this day when our two souls are at last joined. The paths Elaejia and I walked to this moment were longer and more winding than most, with many steps taken in ignorance or despair, but the power of fate cannot be denied. As we belong to none other than ourselves, we take the last steps to this moment and make our vows directly to one another."
Daevian gazes at Aendir.
(Aendir gazes down the aisleway at Elaejia, and holds out his hand to her in a beckoning gesture.)
(Elaejia glides from the stairway along the bloom-strewn marble path, disturbing the petals with the long train of ruched cloudsilk trailing from the contoured cincher about her waist. Draped from narrow pearl-hued pauldrons, the haloed wool of her snowy white cape swirls with fluid motion as she turns to join Aendir before the woven arbor.)
Rohese places a hand over her heart.
Rohese sighs happily.
Imrys smiles quietly to herself.
Your face lights up with joy for Elaejia.
Elaejia deliberately says, "We make our vows in this place, the Aerie, a triumph and a respite," she pauses here, glancing around at the gathered faces, "Restored by many hands dear to us, and surrounded by friends new and old."
(Elaejia returns his gaze, chin raised and back straight, only the slight whiteness of her knuckles holding the simple spray of dark-hearted ghost flowers betraying any hint of nerves. With a deep, steadying breath, she glances down and removes the ebon ribbon binding the flowers together, letting it flutter to the ground.)
Elaejia weaves her ghost flowers into the strands of her very long caramel-brushed blonde hair.
Elaejia smiles quietly to herself.
Kothos smiles at Elaejia.
Elaejia formally reflects, "The Aeunael - the ancient custom of making promises of love in the highest reaches of the Loenthran willow, the tree of truth," she pauses with a glance through the rosy panes of the Conservatory, indicating the plateau without, "Though we are far from where our aeunarads grow, we stand before this arbor here in high climes, its archway a portal to a new shared beginning."
(Elaejia rests an outstretched hand upon the woven withes of the aeunarad arbor, rustling the viridian leaves slightly.)
(Aendir takes Elaejia's free hand in one of his, twining the other into the withes of the bower, dislodging several of its bright yellow catkins which tumble into the red petal carpet below.)
Speaking steadily to Elaejia, Aendir responds, "Among the slender branches of the aeunarad, higher and higher we climb, and there I offer my heart to you."
Lucrecea gazes with interest at a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor.
Speaking formally to Aendir, Elaejia promises, "And here I offer mine in kind, in boughs where only the truth may pass our lips."
Daevian leans softly against Jossarian.
(Elaejia twists her hand within Aendir's grasp in a ritualized manner, unlacing and lacing their fingers together.)
Speaking measuredly to Elaejia, Aendir continues, "Let the promise we make this day be threefold. The first I make with breath - I vow to love you as the moon loves the sea, with the eternal pull we have always known."
Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia responds, "With breath - I vow to love you as the sun cherishes the world, with heat and flame, lighting our new path together. Let the love we share now be as a candle to the bonfire it will become in the time we are together."
(Aendir pauses, turning on a velvet-shod heel toward the linden table beside the arbor for a moment before returning his gaze to Elaejia's countenance.)
Speaking earnestly to Elaejia, Aendir says, "The second promise I seal with beauty - the ephemeral mana that is the soul's only sustenance. I promise to ever seek harmony, dedicating myself to our happiness and success."
Aendir removes a slender copper-nibbed stick on top of the linden tea table.
(Aendir gazes at Elaejia with an expression of pride for a moment before taking her hands in his, bending to the task of painting an intricate motif across the slender back of each.)
Aendir steps up to Elaejia and deftly makes several strokes with his stick, painting out a design upon her hands in mere seconds.
Aendir offers Elaejia a slender copper-nibbed stick.
Elaejia smiles.
Elaejia accepts Aendir's copper-nibbed stick.
Elaejia quietly echoes, "Sealed with beauty - I vow to protect the harmony we create, devoting myself to the pursuit and joy of our shared dreams."
Elaejia gazes at Aendir.
(Elaejia grasps the stick carefully and takes his hands each in turn and replicating the same design, carefully painting around the tattoo already upon his right hand.)
Aendir smiles.
Elaejia steps up to Aendir and deftly makes several strokes with her stick, painting out a design upon his hands in mere seconds.
Elaejia sets a slender copper-nibbed stick on top of the linden tea table.
Twisting his slim band sharply, Aendir draws it over the knuckle of his left ring finger and removes it.
Aendir gazes at the slim band in his hand.
(Aendir lifts his eyes to meet Elaejia's, holding her gaze as he cradles the slim golden band in his hand.)
Aendir muses, "It has been more than a year since we exchanged these bands," he pauses with a smiling glance at those gathered, "As some here may have occasionally reminded us. Each of those days as we built and reinforced this bond, we imbued these symbols with the strength of our love."
Aendir takes a deep breath.
Speaking quietly to Elaejia, Aendir resolves, "The third promise I make with a band of glass, a ring unending - its delicate nature a reminder to ever take care with the heart you've entrusted to me. I promise you the courage to walk by your side until the last stars fade from the heavens."
Kippe smiles at Aendir.
Aendir places his hand on his slim band.
Aendir turns a slim band of klys leaf-chased gold over in his fingers, causing a glimmer of light to play over its surface. When the light fades away, he is now holding a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless instead.
Aendir gazes lovingly at Elaejia.
Twisting her slim ring sharply, Elaejia draws it over the knuckle of her left ring finger and removes it.
[Illithien Aerie, Conservatory]
Warm, moisture-laden air fills this large conservatory. Countless panes of copper-hued glass framed with white metal arch high overhead, flooding the space with warm sunlight. Songbirds flit about, warbling mellifluously. Marble tile pathways lead between raised planter beds, each filled with lush flora and dotted with blooms in gradient hues. A densely canopied dwarf haon is the focal point, its translucent leaves casting a luminescent halo magnified by a reflection pool beneath its elliptical foliage. You also see a bushy-tailed desert coyote that is sitting, a black-tipped cloud wolf, the Corlandith disk, the tooled leather Adalfuns disk, a carpet of rose petals leading to a verdant woven aeunarad arbor, a rectangular pale linden tea table carved with bas-relief roses with some stuff on it, a descending curved staircase and an arched glass-paned door.
Also here: Lady Elaejia, Master Aendir, Kippe, Riend, Loremaster Rohese, Magister Raelee, Lady Arenglae, Drazaa, Arena Contender Kayse, Rivienne, Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Lord Teveriel, Corlandith, Adalfuns, Imrys, Lucrecea, Lady Luxelle, High Lord Aetheri, Miss Lissaya, Lady Cylnthia, Lord Daevian, Great Lady Traiva, Jossarian, Sir Cryheart
Elaejia places her hand on her slim ring.
Elaejia turns a slim ring of klys leaf-chased gold over in her fingers, causing a glimmer of light to play over its surface. When the light fades away, she is now holding a slim ring of vaalin-cradled aragless instead.
Speaking softly to Aendir, Elaejia concludes, "With a band of glass, a symbol of eternity - its fragile form an implicit trust that I shall protect the bond we make this day. I vow to walk by your side on our journey, until the final twilight sets the sun on all things."
Elaejia offers Aendir a slim ring of vaalin-cradled aragless.
Rohese sighs wistfully.
Aendir offers Elaejia a slim band of vaalin-cradled aragless.
Aendir accepts Elaejia's slim ring.
Elaejia accepts Aendir's slim band.
Elaejia slowly twists her slim band onto her left ring finger, sliding it easily over the knuckle and settling it into place.
Aendir slowly twists his slim ring onto his left ring finger, sliding it easily over the knuckle and settling it into place.
Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss.
Elaejia gives Aendir a lingering kiss.
Rivienne places a hand over her heart.
Lucrecea applauds with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.
(Cylnthia sighs wistfully, the smile still lingering on her lips.)
Rohese applauds with enthusiasm, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.
Aendir gazes fondly at Elaejia.
Arenglae applauds politely.
Corlandith applauds.
Cylnthia applauds politely.
Cryheart says, "Well met."
Lucrecea says, "Congratulations, Lord and Lady Silithyr."
Rohese dreamily sighs, "So lovely."
Raelee glances between Aendir and Elaejia.
(Aendir turns toward the gathered assemblage, drawing Elaejia close to his side with an arm around her waist. She clasps his free hand, reaching up and tucking an errand strand of his hair behind his ear.)
Aendir sincerely says, "We thank you all for joining us here today. Your presence is a gift, and an affirmation that fate is not deterred by whispers nor bound by custom. Our flame will not be extinguished, and your support will ever remind us of the promises we made today."
Aendir smiles at Elaejia.
Elaejia smiles up at Aendir with a nod and turns to face the gathering.
Elaejia warmly continues, "Now, we invite you all to join us in celebration. Let the joy be as abundant as the stars, and the warmth as rich as the bonds we all share."
Aendir's bow is graceful, if perfunctory. He follows the bow with a brief nod of his head.
Elaejia indicates a descending curved staircase as a possible option.
Kothos applauds Elaejia.
Aendir pulls Elaejia closer to himself.
Aendir gives Elaejia a lingering kiss.
Reception Feast & Gifts of Poesy
[Illithien Aerie, Astrapia Hall] Marble pilasters bearing bas-reliefs of elven figures rise toward the arching ceiling above. A banquet table oversees the cleared space of the dance floor from a raised dais, while opposite stands a sideboard full of refreshments beneath a long mirror wrought in imflass filigree. Cushioned chairs, both around the table and along the far wall, offer ample seating. Warm sunlight streams in over the railing of an open balcony onto the dance floor, the lingering shadows kept at bay by gilded candelabra. You also see a lacquered black music box painted with silver spirals, a lacquered haon table inlaid with nacre songbirds with some stuff on it, a steeply domed and gilded wire birdcage shrouded in crimson velvet, a ring of tables topped with white candles and wine-dark naefira decorations and an ascending crystal walkway. Also here: Lord Kothos, Dame Dirra, Lucraine, Loremaster Rohese, Lord Teveriel, Lady Arenglae, Rivienne, Lucrecea, Miss Lissaya, Jossarian, Lord Daevian Obvious exits: west Cryheart says, "I prepared." Jossarian firmly says, "Not a one." Aendir smiles at Cryheart. Traiva coyly says, "I am sure Rohese found something in a tome." Daevian says, "I don't know if I qualify as a poet." Cryheart nods at Elaejia. Speaking softly to Lissaya, Riend says, "I was hoping to make introductions before, but we may have a moment." Cryheart says, "Just in case." Speaking to Cryheart, Aendir asks, "Why don't you start us off, then?" Lucrecea lightly says, "I believe Daevian was boasting of his writing prowess earlier." Daevian removes an ebon parchment envelope from in his jacquard jacket. Speaking slowly to Traiva, Rohese says, "Maybe." Speaking to Lucrecea, Daevian asks, "Wait, what?" Daevian laughs! Cryheart bows to Aendir. A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm. Speaking to Riend, Kippe reminds, "Poet." Cryheart bows to Elaejia. Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor. Elaejia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement. Cryheart says, "I am usually short to the point like dueling." Speaking to Lissaya, Riend introduces, "Miss Lissaya, this is Kippe... and well," She turns to Kippe and offers an encouraging smile. "Kippe, this is Miss Lissaya." Speaking to Cryheart, Dirra says, "No one tell Sir Mires, he will have me attempting poetic renditions of recent battles." Aendir says, "I appreciate that." Cryheart slowly empties his lungs. Cryheart recites: "Love is the warmest feeling That enters and stays the heart It is the seal of a bonding Between two partners who are nae apart." Cryheart bows. Aendir applauds. Speaking quietly to Kippe, Lissaya says, "It's a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance." Cryheart says, "Thank ye." Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. (Elaejia applauds carefully around her champagne flute.) Cryheart says, "When courting a lady of the court, I hae hae practice." Speaking to Imrys, Drazaa asks, "Do you see this thing?" Drazaa glances at a lacquered black music box painted with silver spirals. Daevian mentions, "Mine has artwork with it." Speaking amusedly to Kippe, Lissaya says, "Yes and no, I'm sure." Imrys grins at Drazaa. Teveriel appears to be struggling to keep a straight face as he glances at Daevian. Aendir curiously asks, "Did anyone else have any poetry to share?" Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "I didn't know we would be reading them in front of everyone." Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian says, "Copycat." Elaejia laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement from Daevian. Daevian smirks at Jossarian. (Rohese tentatively raises her hand.) Rohese wrinkles her nose. Aendir nods at Rohese. Speaking to Aendir, Luxelle asks, "Or a song?" Aendir says, "Please - go ahead." Speaking to Rohese, Kothos says, "Ah, this one I have looked forward to." Speaking innocently to Daevian, Traiva says, "I promise not to hound you for a performance." Aendir asks, "Lady Bayvel - what have you got for us?" Daevian asks, "Oh, am I interrupting Rohese?" Daevian laughs! Rohese softly says, "This is a poem entitled, "What is Love?"." Elaejia turns an inquisitive ear toward Rohese. Rohese recites softly: "He asked me, 'Lady, what is love?' And I replied 'My sweet, It's knowing when to take her hand And when your eyes should meet.'" Rohese closes her eyes for a moment. A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm. Rohese recites softly: "'It's knowing when to whisper words That reach across the ages And echo all the passion spent On yesteryear's pages.'" Rohese recites softly: "'It's gently finding out about The things that make her cry, And earning all her trust in you By never asking why...'" (Elaejia takes Aendir's hand in hers.) Rohese lowers her gaze. Rohese recites softly: "'...she takes your love for granted Though you give it with your heart Then find it torn to pieces By a poisoned verbal dart.'" Rohese bites her lip. Rohese recites softly: "'It's giving without taking Though your need is hard to bear And selfish, bitter frailty Demand you have your share...'" Rohese recites softly: "'...of tenderness and caring. So you see, it's quite a prize. Now my gentle lover, Help me see it through your eyes.'" Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes. Rohese recites softly: "He sat in thoughtful silence Reflecting what I'd said, Then, with a smile that caught my heart He raised his glorious head." Rohese recites softly: "'Lady, what you've described to me, The essence of the flame, For though a man, I realize My needs are just the same.'" Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath. Rohese softly says, "And I took the liberty of writing it out as a gift for you both." Rohese removes a glossy bright green envelope from in her velvet stole. Lucraine applauds Rohese. Rohese offers Elaejia a glossy bright green envelope. Lissaya applauds warmly. Elaejia gazes fondly at Rohese. Rohese bashfully says, "Thank you." Aendir appreciatively says, "Thank you very much. A lovely gift, we will cherish it." Speaking warmly to Rohese, Elaejia says, "That was so deeply beautiful, thank you Rohese." Speaking to Rohese, Daevian says, "I wish I did not have to follow that." Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia asks, "Will you please keep this for us?" Aendir says, "If any of you preferred to write yours out, or send it later - please don't feel obligated." Daevian tears open his parchment envelope and pulls a piece of white paper from within. (Daevian moves out to the center of the crowd and clears his throat.) Daevian takes a drink from his jasmine-infused wine. Daevian looks rather relaxed. Teveriel gazes with interest at Daevian. Jossarian settles his gaze on Daevian, watching him intently. Speaking to Rohese, Daevian says, "Cover your ears, love." Rohese laughs softly, trying to hide her amusement. Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement. Elaejia amusedly murmurs, "Oh, no." Rohese covers her ears. Rohese wrinkles her nose. Daevian recites: "In the quiet dark Gentle touch of hearts entwined Ends with tangled sheets" Daevian nods once. Jossarian grins slowly. Kothos looks thoughtfully at Rohese. Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "There's drawings." Daevian offers Elaejia a piece of white paper. Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor. Elaejia accepts Daevian's white paper. Cylnthia says, "That... was brilliant." Rohese giggles to herself. Speaking to Daevian, Aendir says, "You rascal." Elaejia laughs with delight, her eyes full of merriment. Speaking to Daevian, Elaejia compliments, "Wonderous." Daevian says, "I spent two hours on that." Elaejia offers Aendir a piece of white paper. Aendir accepts Elaejia's white paper. Aendir put a piece of white paper in his snowy white coat. A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity. (Luxelle faces the newlyweds.) Luxelle sits down. Aendir smiles at Luxelle. Luxelle says, "With this song, I offer music for your vows, for our vows; for the vows of lovers every-when." (Aendir squeezes Elaejia's hand gently in his.) Luxelle gives Aetheri a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely. Aetheri gives Luxelle a loving gaze, and the two smile at each other widely. Sweet tones ring in the air as the glowbark harp responds to Luxelle's tender touch. She closes her eyes and seems to be listening with a soft smile. Jossarian gazes with interest at Luxelle. Luxelle stills her body as she prepares to play a slow tune on her harp. She takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease. (Luxelle's fingers pluck out a moving pattern of triplets in the introduction. She takes her time through the entire chord progression. The song plays slowly as each chord changes in a favored slow ballad style, until two minor chords in a row demand all the attention ... and the song lingers there for a moment. The chord progression resolves skillfully and she stills the vibrating strings. Her voice rings in the air for the pickup as the verse begins.) Masterfully, Luxelle draws every nuance out of each slow note, layering melody and harmony in a slow pyramid of tones that sends goosebumps over your skin. Luxelle sings romantically: "Give me your hand" Luxelle softly says, "Once." Luxelle sings: "Give me your heart.... Forever!" Elaejia gazes fondly at Aendir. Luxelle gradually increases the intensity but not the speed of the tune she plays on her harp, using fluid arpeggiation in Mixolydian mode. Luxelle sings: "These are the words, I've longed to hear, All alone in the dark." Elaejia takes a drink from her pale gold champagne. Aendir gazes fondly at Elaejia. (Luxelle glances hopefully across those gathered tonight. Continuing to pluck out the same triplet rhythm of the chord progression, the melody turns simpler as she sings right on the beat.) The melody takes on a sweet languor as Luxelle's fingers easily caress the strings of her glowbark harp. Luxelle sings: "' Every dream comes True with you, How can I doubt my heart?" Luxelle smiles and nods. The song segues back to the original style, the harp resolving chords as she sings for a charming close to the verse: Luxelle sings: "Here is my hand, Here is my life, Here is my heart." The slow paced pastorale Luxelle coaxes from her harp is very expressive with contrapuntal bass line and contrasting fortissimo passages. The languid composition falling from Luxelle's gentle fingers as they caress her harp bestows a musical blessing upon her surroundings. (Luxelle sways softly with the song, moving right into the next verse.) Luxelle sings: "Here is my hand" Luxelle softly says, "This once." Luxelle sings: "Here is my heart... Forever!" Luxelle sings: "These are my words I offer you, Dear, With love's very spark...!" Like sparkling droplets falling in a pond, a liquid run of notes drips from Luxelle's glowbark harp in descending triplets. Luxelle sings: "' Looking deep Within your eyes, I feel a pulsing spark..." As Luxelle lightly accompanies the melody on her glowbark harp with gentle arpeggios, the tune becomes ever more lyrical, with a captivating charm. Elaejia gazes admiringly at Luxelle. Luxelle sings: "Please take my hand, Let's start our life, Oh, here is my heart." (Luxelle's harp moves into key transitional chords and pauses unexpectedly. Her voice rings out, a capella, in a perfect new, higher key.) Luxelle brushes her fingers over the strings, modulating softly from chord to chord as if playing to herself. Luxelle sings: "Let's share our love Now..." Luxelle plucks a quiet song on her glowbark harp with ease and subtlety; the musical nuances appealingly intimate. Luxelle sings: "And build a dream, Unending!" Luxelle sings: "Be still my pulse, Pounding within, Oh, here is my heart...!" Masterfully, Luxelle draws every nuance out of each slow note, layering melody and harmony in a slow pyramid of tones that sends goosebumps over your skin. Luxelle sings slowly: "Let's join our hands." Luxelle sings: "Let's start our life," Daevian leans softly against Jossarian. The strings of Luxelle's harp resonate long after the last sonorous chord is struck, her fingers lingering in the air. Finally Luxelle takes a deep breath and drops her hands as she looks up. Luxelle closes her eyes for a moment. Elaejia leans softly against Aendir. Luxelle sings: "Oh, Here is my heart...!" Aendir holds Elaejia close in his arms as they dance. Using both hands, Luxelle gracefully caresses the strings of the glowbark harp in a soft, ascending glissando. She finishes the run with a flourish of precisely plucked fifths that resonate in the air, leaving her hands to hover expectantly off the strings. Luxelle curtsies with a slight tilt of her head, the shadows woven into her elesine gown unfurling like blooms of dusky umbra. Elaejia applauds Luxelle warmly. Aendir applauds Luxelle. Speaking sincerely to Luxelle, Elaejia says, "Thank you so much, Lady Luxelle." Aendir warmly says, "A delightful performance. We thank you so much." Speaking warmly to Luxelle, Rohese says, "Wonderful, as always." Luxelle leans on Aetheri, resting her head against his shoulder. Luxelle says, "Thank you all." Speaking to Luxelle, Lucraine says, "Bravo." Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I have something, when there is a moment to share." Speaking to Luxelle, Elaejia says, "It is truly an honor to have heard your artistry today." Luxelle says, "It is my honor." Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "We would be honored to hear you, Brother Kothos." Speaking to Luxelle, Elaejia adds, "And your harp is beautiful." With military precision, Daevian turns sharply on his heel to face Kothos. Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I must admit, I had this written prior to receiving your invitation." Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "But when I read your request, and Lady Elaejia's, I felt it would be a proper match for both of you, in its own way." (Kothos strides out towards the couple, facing them as well as turning into a beam of sunlight from a nearby window.) Speaking amusedly to Kothos, Aendir says, "We are honored to hear you speak, it never needed to be devoted to us." Kothos says, "I speak at length, as some of you have noted. And thank you for the opportunity to share." Kothos says, "I call this Origins." Aendir smiles at Kothos. Kothos recites: "In the cyclic cosmic womb, light was born of dust, A spark that set the universe into tilted flight, Creating strata in what had been dark, as light must, A radiant pulse that spread the heavens alight." Elaejia smiles at Kothos. Kothos recites: "From stars, it spilled in streams of rivered gold, Igniting skies with mountains of flame that never tire, A symphony, the beating heart of suns young and old, A universe a skein, composed of light and fire." A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity. Kothos recites: "It bends through space, a dance with gravity's will, A wave that whispers of infinity in its glow, Yet still, it falls on our faces, soft and still, A quiet touch for all its awe, that we see and know." Aendir closes his eyes for a moment. Kothos smiles quietly to himself. Kothos recites: "For light and love transcends those stars and hoary ether. An unfurled thread, an astral unbound endeavor." Kothos smiles. Aendir gazes fondly at Kothos. Speaking to Elaejia, Kothos says, "I wish you both all happiness and explorations to come." Daevian applauds Kothos. Kippe smiles quietly to himself. Lucrecea smiles at Kothos. Imrys applauds Kothos. Jossarian comments, "That is lovely." Speaking to Kothos, Aendir asks, "That was exquisite. Who knew you had such a florid vocabulary?" Kothos says, "Thank you. It is earnestly meant for the happy couple." Aendir gazes in amusement at Kothos. Aendir humbly says, "We are honored by all of you and overwhelmed by your support. It is quite beautiful." Speaking to Kothos, Elaejia murmurs, "Your inclinations proved true, it is a wonderful verse with many depths." Speaking to Cylnthia, Aendir says, "Please, if you had something to share - feel free." Kothos says, "You are trying to make me blush, all of you." Cylnthia smiles. Kothos says, "And while a valiant effort, blushes are mine to give." (Cylnthia wanders out towards the middle of the gathering, gazing on to Aendir and Elaejia with a warm smile.) Elaejia gazes with interest at Cylnthia. The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy. Cylnthia says, "This is to our wonderful couple, and to all those who may find themselves in a... similar... position." Cylnthia recites: "In winter's hush, where silence reigns Two hearts entwined, like branches bare, Find warmth in whispers, a tender prayer. The world outside, a canvas cold, Yet in their eyes, a fire unfolds. With every flake that dances down, Love blooms anew, in frost's soft gown." Cylnthia recites: "Hand in hand, they chase the gray Each breath a cloud, each laugh a spark. In cozy nooks, by candlelight, Their love ignites the winter night." Cylnthia recites: "So, let the snowflakes fall and swirl, For in this season, hearts unfurl, In winter's grasp, they've finally found their way, A love that blooms, come what may!" Cylnthia raises her sassafras root beer in a toast! Imrys applauds Cylnthia. Aendir applauds Cylnthia. Cylnthia says, "I'm so proud of you two." Aendir gazes fondly at Cylnthia. (Cylnthia steps back into the crowd, a slight blush on her cheeks.) (Dirra nervously steps forward, dropping into a familiar curtsy.) Speaking softly to Cylnthia, Rohese praises, "Lovely!" Elaejia smiles at Cylnthia. Speaking to Cylnthia, Aendir says, "You have been our friend for many years - and hopefully one for many years to come. We are honored you joined us, and honored by your words." Dirra says, "Never been a poet but did my best." Speaking lightly to Cylnthia, Elaejia notes, "Another appreciator of winter's beauty." Dirra blushes a nice shade of rosy pink. Dirra recites: "Love is the heart s most precious light A spark that shines through darkest night It s not in gold, nor fame, nor land But in the touch of a gentle hand." Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. Aendir smiles at Dirra. Speaking to Elaejia, Cylnthia says, "Tis har not to appreciate winter, when love comes in bloom during it." Dirra recites: "It builds a bridge where walls once stood A bond that heals, a force for good Its value grows beyond measures span It s found in kindness, heart, and plan." Dirra recites: "Love is the gift that time will prove A bond that only grows and moves In every step, together, we ll find A life of joy, forever intertwined." Dirra says, "Congratulations and I recorded this for you." Aendir applauds Dirra. Imrys applauds Dirra. Daevian applauds Dirra. Speaking respectfully to Dirra, Elaejia says, "Dame, you underestimate yourself, that is a lovely verse." (Dirra steps back.) Aendir says, "Very lovely words, Dirra. We will treasure your words for all our time." Kothos says, "I did not think to write mine down, but I can send it to you both, if you wish to have it in print." Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "That would be lovely." Kothos says, "Of coruse." Elaejia lightly says, "Aendir's first duty, the custodian of all these wonderful gifts." Kothos says, "Of course, even." A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm. Cylnthia grins at Elaejia. Dirra says, "Thank you both for allowing me to bew present." Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir asks, "Did you have something to share with us?" Aendir politely says, "Please. We would love to hear your words." Aetheri says, "Well, I cannot hope to top my wife's performance, as I am not as accomplished a musician as she. I am more of an amateur." Daevian selects a jade-rimmed oak thimble from a tray on the sideboard and pours himself a small measure of heather honey brandy from a decanter. Daevian offers Jossarian a thimble of heather honey brandy. A fiery chorus spills from the lacquered music box with a sharp and captivating staccato rhythm. Jossarian accepts Daevian's heather honey brandy. Aetheri says, "However, this song was once a love song of my people. So I'd like to share it with you." Aetheri rubs his harp pin. A pale mist swirls sinuously down his arm and coalesces into the form of a spectral harp in his left hand. Luxelle beams at Aetheri in admiration and with a loving gaze. Aetheri stills his body as he prepares to play a slow tune on his harp. He takes a quiet breath, then begins the introduction with gentle ease. Aendir pleasedly says, "We would be honored to hear you sing it, old friend." Aetheri sings: "This is where I lived, When I was so many people ago... This is where I lived, Way back when I had a home. And I can't say, If this is where we are meant to stay. But I will lay here by your side, If you promise me it remains, this way." Aetheri sings: "Ebb and flow, Now time is slow. Wrap me up, And never let go. Drink and taste, My time and space, And know." Aetheri's slow rendition on his spectral harp is at once both authentic and original as he adds ornamentation in keeping with the piece's natural style. Aetheri sings: "The heat on my face, Means I don't have to open my eyes. The heat on my face From the sun that begins to rise. And I can't say, That this is how bodies were meant to pray. But I will sing the hymn with you, Hoping for a chorus from far away." Elaejia holds her breath. Aetheri sings: "Rivers flow, All we shall know... Hold me close And never let go Drink and taste This time and place Just so Just so..." The melody takes on a sweet languor as Aetheri's fingers easily caress the strings of his spectral harp. Aetheri sings: "The night rushes in, And the dark wind may take you from me. The night rushes in, With reasons that we can't be. And I can't say, Who I will be when I'm old and gray. But my heart will hum harmonies, Singing to the music we made today." Aetheri places his fingers deliberately on the strings of his spectral harp, ensuring that each sonorous chord rings clear and true. Aetheri sings: "As we grow, Sunset draws low. There are lifetimes For us to know. Drink and taste, One love's embrace, Aglow" The strings of Aetheri's harp resonate long after the last sonorous chord is struck, his fingers lingering in the air. Finally Aetheri takes a deep breath and drops his hands as he looks up. Luxelle beams at Aetheri in admiration and with a loving gaze. Imrys applauds Aetheri. Luxelle praises Aetheri, expounding upon his fine features and excellent characteristics. Rohese applauds Aetheri warmly. Cylnthia applauds Aetheri warmly. Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir says, "Thank you for sharing such a lovely piece of history with us, Aetheri." Aetheri exclaims, "Thank you, and congratulations to the both of you! I wish you many centuries of bliss!" Speaking to Aetheri, Luxelle says, "I think I fell in love with you the moment I heard that song. How fitting." Speaking to Aetheri, Aendir says, "It's been an honor being your friend throughout the years." Speaking to Luxelle, Aendir says, "I could see that." Speaking to Aendir, Aetheri says, "The honor is all mine, my friend." Speaking softly to Aetheri, Elaejia says, "What a gracious gift to share today, thank you Lord Aetheri." Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian murmurs, "He did not say it was an honor to know me after my poem." Lifting up her smoky glass snifter, Lissaya takes a measured drink of the rum inside. CS: +300 - TD: +300 + CvA: +25 + d100: +56 - +10 == +71 Warded off! Lissaya glances at a thorn-framed smoky glass snifter in her hand. Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Lissaya. Elaejia fidgets, glancing at Lissaya. Aendir asks, "Did anyone else have anything they wanted to share?" Aetheri exclaims, "You are most welcome!" Rohese gazes in amusement at Daevian. Jossarian gazes in amusement at Daevian. Lucrecea says, "I have something." Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes. Elaejia whispers something to Aendir. You quietly say, "I have something small to share." Elaejia gazes fondly at Lucrecea. Cylnthia smiles at you. Aendir nods at Lucrecea. Lucrecea removes a wing-shaped wine red declaration from in her ivory parchment envelope. Lucrecea clears her throat. Lucrecea lightly says, "When others speak of love.." Lucrecea recites indolently: "When others speak of love, they do so tenderly, with hushed and reverent awe." Rohese cocks her head at Lucrecea. Lucrecea smiles. Lucrecea recites dismissively: "Such docile platitudes will never match its flame, its ferocity, its unyielding and uncompromising resolve." Lucrecea holds her hand out in front of her, gazing at her elegant fingers decorated in a darkened pewter signet ring. Lucrecea lifts a bored gaze to her surroundings. Lucrecea recites boldly: "Wash away these pleasantries for the truth beneath, lest you lose yourselves to their benign banality." Lucrecea glances between Aendir and Elaejia. Lucrecea recites ardently: "Seize your love and your shared love, and raise a tempest to drive out those who dare to tame it, to subjugate it, to break its very spirit." Lucrecea nods once. Lucrecea smiles. Lucrecea put a wing-shaped wine red declaration in her ivory parchment envelope. Elaejia slowly empties her lungs. Lucrecea offers Elaejia a heavy ivory parchment envelope. Aendir applauds Lucrecea. Lucrecea lightly says, "A copy for you both." Lissaya applauds Lucrecea. Speaking to Lucrecea, Elaejia breathes, "Wonderful, Lady Ruin." Speaking admiringly to Lucrecea, Rohese says, "So powerful." Aendir blissfully says, "You all have really outdone yourselves with this. It's been an honor." Speaking to Lucrecea, Arenglae whispers aloud, "I rather liked that one." Speaking to Lucrecea, Aendir says, "Thank you for your words, Lady Ruin." Lucrecea says, "I am gladdened to hear that." Elaejia warns, "I may have to compile all these masterworks for publication." Cylnthia beams happily at Elaejia! Speaking curiously to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Magister - did you have anything you brought to share with us?" Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "Maybe leave mine out." Jossarian begins chuckling at Daevian! Elaejia laughs! Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement. Speaking carefully to Aendir, Raelee says, "I could... speak on the subject, briefly." Speaking pointedly to Aendir, Raelee says, "Not in verse, however." Speaking warmly to Raelee, Aendir says, "Please. We would be honored to hear your thoughts and words." The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy. Raelee tersely says, "Fine." Aendir smiles at Raelee. Raelee carefully says, "This is a subject I have researched before." Kayse takes a moment to observe Raelee. Raelee says, "There is very little academic consensus, but there is some alignment in philosophy regardless of the cultural origin." Raelee states, "Historically philosophers identified six forms of love: familial,, friendly or platonic, romantic, self, guest, and divine or unconditional love." Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. Elaejia looks thoughtfully at Raelee. Raelee carefully continues, "As we are to focus upon the romantic love on an occasion such as this..." Raelee continues, "Love can be defined as a complex psychological state involving emotional, cognitive, and behavioral components. Each of the aforementioned varieties is associated with distinct physiological responses." Raelee explains, "Romantic love, in particular, is characterized by intense attraction, attachment, and affection toward another person. Clinically, it involves psychological, and behavioral components that influence mortal bonding and reproduction." The tune swelling from the lacquered music box pulses theatrically with sharp turns and sweeping crescendos. Raelee continues, "If is often characterized by frequent and focused thoughts, emotional dependence, physiological arousal, and attachment with long-term bonding. It shares some components with other varieties of dependence, thus leaving the individual with a euphoric state or distress when the love is unavailable." Rolling her eyes and tossing her head back, Lucrecea titters loudly, then abruptly quiets, immediately shifting to a calm, composed demeanor. Rohese looks thoughtfully at Raelee. Lucrecea smiles demurely. Raelee carefully adds, "That is... what love is, particularly romantic, if I am to oversimplify the research on the subject." Speaking to Aendir, Raelee asks, "That will suffice, yes?" Elaejia gives a sidelong glance at Aendir. Raelee glances uneasily around the room. Kothos smiles at Raelee. Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes. Speaking to Raelee, Aendir says, "I think that will suffice, yes. That was a rather thorough description and background." Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "A most thorough examination, my friend." Speaking amusedly to Raelee, Rohese acknowledges, "Euphoria or distress does sum it up quite nicely." Speaking to Kothos, Raelee says, "That was not actually thorough at all, but a very brief summary." Aendir laughs softly, trying to hide his amusement. Speaking to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Perhaps we ought to have a class on it, someday?" Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "You make it sound like part of love is addiction." Riend applauds Raelee. Speaking pleasantly to Raelee, Elaejia says, "I would be interested to read the rest of your notes, on the other five types." Speaking to Aendir, Raelee says, "... so long as I am not your scheduled lecturer." Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes. Speaking to Elaejia, Raelee says, "So noted." Speaking pleasedly to Raelee, Aendir asks, "Perhaps our source material?" Speaking to Rohese, Elaejia murmurs, "You have another potential speaker I think." Speaking to Kothos, Raelee says, "There are many shared components, physiologically speaking." Speaking to Daevian, Kothos asks, "Perhaps. But wouldn't that sensation apply to nearly any sort of emotional intensity?" Speaking to Rivienne, Aendir asks, "Did you have anything you wanted to share with us, Miss Rivienne?" Speaking cautiously to Aendir, Raelee says, "... perhaps." Speaking softly to Elaejia, Rohese says, "Duly noted." You raise your hand. Rivienne nods at Aendir. Rivienne says, "Indeed, I do." Speaking warmly to Rivienne, Aendir says, "Please. We would love to hear you." Speaking softly to you, Elaejia says, "And you, Yunni, after Lady Rivienne." Speaking to Rohese, Raelee replies, "... I would prefer to speak upon algebra, perhaps." You grin sheepishly at Elaejia. Speaking to Raelee, Kothos says, "Perhaps you and I can have a dialogue, for our rather...disparate thoughts upon it." Lucrecea says, "Excuse me a moment." Speaking softly to Raelee, Rohese teases, "I'll be in touch about a date for your next library lecture then." Rivienne begins, "Love begins in deep shades, a question half-spun, an indigo veil over what may become." Rivienne airily says, "It clings to the silence, unsure in its hue, a longing unspoken, a storm-darkened blue." Rivienne lightly says, "Yet love, when it strengthens, turns lilac and bright, unfurling through laughter, through soft golden light." Rivienne whispers aloud, "It softens in lavender, like breath upon skin, a whisper of promise, the dawn breaking in." Rohese looks thoughtfully at Rivienne. Jossarian whispers something to Elaejia. Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. Elaejia smiles at Jossarian. Rivienne gently says, "Through heartache it lingers, through doubt it will stay, a bruise that can deepen but won't fade away." Rohese nods faintly. Rivienne reverently says, "At last, it is amethyst, steady, serene, no longer a question, no longer between." Rivienne soothingly says, "Not fire, not fleeting, nor bound to obey, love is a jewel-tone that never betrays." Rohese gazes thoughtfully at her kelyn ring. Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. Rivienne takes a drink from her pale gold champagne. Aendir applauds Rivienne. Lissaya applauds Rivienne warmly. Jossarian nods approvingly at Rivienne. Luxelle praises Rivienne, expounding upon her fine features and excellent characteristics. Kothos says, "You should set that to music, at some point. You have the rhythm for it already." Rivienne smiles. Aendir wistfully says, "Truly liquid poetry. We're honored by your words. Thank you, Rivienne." Rohese softly says, "You should." Speaking to Kothos, Elaejia agrees, "Most assuredly." Rivienne says, "Of course." You take a drink from your green sylath cocktail. Effervescent white wine has been infused with the absinthe-like sylath, the flavors of wormwood and anise tempered by the earthiness of subtly sweet sylthiel. You feel tension draining away, giving way to a very relaxed state. Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. Speaking lightly to you, Elaejia asks, "Have you made ready?" Aendir says, "I would be hard pressed to pick a favorite, tonight. You've all outdone yourselves." Kippe agrees with Aendir. Aendir cocks his head at you. You nod slowly. Rohese smiles at you. You clear your throat. Cylnthia gazes with interest at you. Lucraine whispers, "You got this." You recite softly: "That which loves unconditionally is unconditionally loved. If you believe yourself unloved you have terms and conditions. I love all conditions and place none on you. I am unconditional love." You gaze heavenward. Aendir smiles at you. Lissaya quietly agrees, "Conditions are bad." Elaejia gazes fondly at you. Lissaya applauds you. Luxelle nods once. Kothos applauds you. Speaking to you, Aendir says, "One of the many reasons we love you, Yunni." The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy. You beam happily at Aendir! Speaking softly to you, Rohese says, "You are a talented young lady and I wish you would share your thoughts more often." Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian asks, "Certainly you do not struggle to catch eyes?" Speaking to you, Aendir says, "Thank you for your kind words for us. We cherish your friendship." Speaking thoughtfully to Daevian, Lissaya says, "No, not usually." Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian asks, "People struggle to catch yours, then?" Speaking softly to Rohese, you say, "I will work on sharing them more often." Daevian flashes a quick grin at Lissaya. Elaejia smiles at you. Aendir asks, "Did anyone else have anything they wished to share?" Speaking kindly to you, Rohese urges, "Please do." A sultry, syncopated melody flows from the lacquered music box, the notes weaving through the air with passionate intensity. Speaking to Lissaya, Aendir says, "Please, Lady Vaillancourt." Lissaya recites quietly: "Love is not a fleeting dream, but a force that reshapes the contours of the soul It is the whispered promise in the dead of night, a gentle touch that soothes deepest fears." Lissaya recites quietly: "Love is not a sentimental trifle, but a primal energy that courses through the veins It is the fire that fuels passions and desires, a safe haven in which one can be their true self." Lissaya quietly concludes, "Love is the canvas on which they paint their lives." Imrys applauds Lissaya. Kayse applauds Lissaya. Aendir gazes fondly at Lissaya. Aendir applauds Lissaya. Speaking wistfully to Lissaya, Rohese sighs, "Beautiful." The lacquered music box releases a swaying, rhythmic tune crackling with magnetic energy. You applaud Lissaya warmly. Elaejia smiles at Jossarian. Speaking to Jossarian, Aendir asks, "Did you have something to share, Cousin?" Jossarian says, "I surely do." Aendir pleasedly says, "Please share it with us." Jossarian begins, "To continue an observed theme..." Jossarian recites slowly: "In the darkness of the night Ardent candles shine full bright" Jossarian recites: "Flick'ring beacons to the heart Practicing the greatest art" Jossarian recites: "Not word nor painting can compare To the soul's scintillant flare" Jossarian recites simply: "The flame of love sheds purest light In the darkness of the night" Jossarian walks toward Aendir. Jossarian offers Aendir a foliage-branded bistre leather box. Aendir accepts Jossarian's bistre leather box. Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian says, "My cousin, my brother of the heart, my brother in deed." Speaking warmly to Jossarian, Aendir says, "Thank you, brother. You honor us." Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian says, "You'll find a written copy of that, which is a... butchering of a friend's verse." Elaejia gazes in amusement at Jossarian. Speaking to Aendir, Jossarian adds, "And, if you'd be so kind as to open it and find the other piece within, you may wish to share it." Aendir amusedly says, "He says butchering - I say surgically precise." Speaking to Kothos, Daevian says, "As I said, better than he claims." Melting into low tones, the lacquered music box purrs out a sensual bridge of smoldering, smoky notes. Speaking to Aendir, Kothos says, "I am pleased you are both so resolute, I think if I were the recipients of all this profound, sweet emotion I'd be a puddle on the tiles." Speaking amusedly to Jossarian, Elaejia says, "My brother, as the true artist of the family, you are too humble." Elaejia gives Jossarian a lingering kiss on the cheek. Speaking to Kothos, Aendir says, "It is an honor to hear all of it, every last word." Speaking to Elaejia, Daevian says, "I tell him that almost daily." Aendir rustles around inside a foliage-branded bistre leather box and produces a blackened iron-framed painting embellished along one edge with crystalline stars. Speaking to Daevian, Elaejia replies, "One day it might stick." Kothos says, "Show it to us, please." (Aendir lifts the painting for the room to observe. Surrounded by the mottled velvet of a night sky, where deep colors smear together in shadowed layers, two yellowed candles stand side by side. Though there remains a gap between them, their bases are joined in an uneven puddle of hardened wax. Each candle flame yearns toward the other, drawn together as though by an inexorable current of air, until their tapered tips merge and trail away in a warm and hazy ripple against the darkness.) Traiva softly says, "How lovely." Cylnthia agrees, "Gorgeous." Speaking to Jossarian, Kothos says, "I love the brushstrokes illuminating the flames, and where they merge." Jossarian places a hand over his heart. Speaking quietly to Jossarian, Elaejia murmurs, "Thank you, love." Dirra says, "Beautiful." Speaking to Jossarian, Aendir says, "We will find an appropriately prominent place to display this. Thank you, truly." Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian says, "Nearly as good as my drawing." Speaking to Daevian, Jossarian agrees, "Nearly." Rising and falling with dramatic flair, the music pouring from the lacquered music box sweeps through the area like a tidal surge. Aendir fits his iron-set painting into his bistre leather box, carefully arranging tissue paper to cover the painting. Aendir closes the lid of his black music box. Jossarian gives Elaejia a lingering kiss on the cheek. Lissaya asks, "The chalk one?" Lissaya shifts her eyes to Daevian. Daevian squints at Lissaya. Speaking to Lissaya, Daevian whispers aloud, "We don't speak of the chalk drawing." Speaking amusedly to Lissaya, Elaejia says, "Daevian's written poem was masterfully illustrated." Rohese glances sternly at Daevian. Daevian gives a sidelong glance at Rohese. Aendir pleasedly says, "It has been an honor to share this day with you, and hear your words you've shared with us. Elaejia and I will remember this day for all our time in the lands, and treasure each unique friendship and bond we have with you." Imrys glances between Aendir and Elaejia. Kothos smiles at Elaejia. Imrys smiles. Aendir says, "Thank you again for coming." Elaejia warmly adds, "My heart and mind are full with the artistry you've all shared so generously today." Speaking kindly to Jossarian, Riend says, "You have a unique brushstroke, it adds a beautiful touch the the composition you have created here." Speaking to Imrys, Riend says, "You have saved me a good deal of embarassment." Kothos says, "Your passions and love are surely as immortal as the verse and visuals, that your friends have shared." Aendir says, "Now drink! And be merry." Dirra says, "An honour to have shared this with you both." Traiva warmly says, "It was a pleasure to share this day with you both." Daevian says, "I am pleased that you two have finally wed." Traiva says, "And with so many mutual friends." Rohese softly says, "It was an honour, thank you." Kothos says, "Thank you, for inviting us to offer testimony, to you both, and to the cause for the celebration." Speaking to Riend, Aendir says, "If you had something to share, Riend, please do." Speaking to Jossarian, Daevian whispers aloud, "Less pleased that now the attention will turn to us starting tomorrow." Riend blinks at Aendir. Daevian kisses Elaejia tenderly, first on one cheek, then the other. Riend awkwardly says, "I-I... that is, I thought Imrys might have had something and she should... really go first." Speaking to Riend, Aendir says, "Kippe says you have something to share." Speaking to Riend, Traiva mouths, "What are friends for?" Speaking to Imrys, Aendir says, "And you aren't off the hook, either." Kippe awkwardly explains, "I... yes, I did say that." Imrys recites softly: "Hearts lucky to find A love that shines so brightly Hands entwined, now one" Rohese smiles at Imrys. Imrys warmly wishes, "May love and luck be always yours." Aendir applauds Imrys. Imrys offers Elaejia a charcoal-drawn box covered with arboreal silhouettes. Speaking quietly to Traiva, Riend mumbles, "I am considering a few new things for them in this particular case." Speaking to Imrys, Elaejia murmurs, "Lady Kylling, thank you." Speaking to Imrys, Aendir says, "Thank you, Lady Kylling. We were so glad you could share this day with us." Cylnthia nods encouragingly at Riend. Riend says, "This is for the two of you, and it speaks of the strength of love's bond." Riend recites softly: "No fleeting thought, nor restless tide, Can shape the bond that love bestows, For in its depth, the heart finds rest, As steady as the river flows." Riend recites softly: "Through tempests wild and wayward chance, It bends but never breaks apart, No spoken vow nor fleeting glance Could bind it stronger than the heart." Aendir smiles. Riend recites softly: "It grows in silence, soft yet sure, Unshaken by the winds of time, A flame that trials shall endure, Untouched by reason's measured rhyme." Aendir closes his eyes for a moment. Kippe gazes at Riend. (Elaejia enfolds Aendir's hand within hers, listening.) Riend gives a sidelong glance at Kippe. Riend recites softly: "So let the world its course pursue, Let seasons change, let time depart, For love remains, both firm and true, A refuge for the faithful heart." Riend idly creases her parchment. Rohese lets out a long, contemplative breath. Rohese applauds Riend warmly. Speaking wistfully to Riend, Rohese says, "Beautiful." Speaking to Elaejia, Aendir says, "We will have to make a book of all this lovely poetry." Speaking to Aendir, Elaejia agrees, "Indeed, I can think of no finer keepsake." Speaking pleasedly to Riend, Aendir says, "Thank you for sharing your words, Riend. They were beautiful, and you honor us greatly." Speaking sincerely to Riend, Elaejia says, "Thank you, Lady Riend. I know our acquaintance is new, but I look forward to the years we have ahead to build one of the Magister's other types of love."
Farewells & Blessings
Aendir pleasedly says, "I am overwhelmed by the love and support of you all. This has been a beautiful day." Speaking warmly to Aendir, Riend wishes, "The bond you both share is something beautiful, and may it last through all the seasons of your lives." Kothos sincerely says, "We are grateful for the chance to celebrate with you." Speaking to Elaejia, Riend says, "I would very much like that." Speaking to Aendir, Riend agrees, "As do we all." Aendir raises his voice at Daevian in merry laughter. Aendir slyly says, "Daevian says no one is deserbing." Aendir slyly says, "I'm inclined to agree." Rohese whispers something to Elaejia. Rohese smiles at Elaejia. Riend blushes a pink shade at Elaejia. Daevian says, "You cannot ask about that until tomorrow." Aendir dryly says, "We've all been waiting." Daevian says, "Today is your day and the pressure is yours, cousin." Traiva raises her voice at Daevian in merry laughter. Aendir raises his voice in merry laughter. Elaejia gazes fondly at Rohese. Speaking to Aendir, Traiva says, "Hire a messenger to knock on his door at the Hour of Ronan with a note asking when his wedding will be." Aendir says, "If any of you have never wandered these grounds - you're welcome to do so. We'll leave them open for the rest of the day." Aendir says, "Help yourself to any food or libations you see." Rohese wiggles her nose at Elaejia. Daevian says, "Please try the variety of cookie recipes I have provided to the cooks." Speaking inquisitively to Aendir, Lucraine asks, "It there a romantic beginning to be told of how the two of you met?" Arenglae takes a drink from her elderflower champagne. Arenglae looks rather relaxed. Arenglae covers her mouth, then gives a small, discreet cough. Rohese lowers her gaze. Jossarian whispers something to Daevian. Speaking amusedly to Lucraine, Aendir says, "We have known each other all of our lives. Elaejia is my Cousin, and tended to the Estate." Rohese quickly interjects, "And I'm afraid that I must be heading home now." Luxelle says, "Thank you both for this wonderful celebration today." Traiva apologetically says, "I must also take my leave earlier than I would like." Traiva says, "It has been a wonderful afternoon." Speaking warmly to Rohese, Riend says, "It is always lovely to see you, Ith'laenil velaen Lady Bayvel." Kothos says, "It was a lovely afternoon, truly. And I hope you all take the fine mood and love home with you. I am sure I will." Aendir says, "We've appreciated the support of each and every one of you. It's been an honor to have you." Rohese softly exclaims, "It has been a lovely seeing you all!" Traiva says, "Congratulations to you both." Speaking to Imrys, Elaejia says, "It was our honor, truly." Dirra exclaims, "And I must return to Vornavis. Going to attempt to seek my way out. Congratulations again!" Kothos says, "Take care, my friends." Aendir pleasedly says, "Thank you kindly for your gift." (Cylnthia curtsies deeply to all those present.) Traiva warmly says, "Have a lovely afternoon and evening, all." Cylnthia says, "I hope everyone stays well, until our next meeting." Aendir asks, "Since this morning, or for months?" Daevian says, "Congratulations, family." You warmly say, "Congratulations to you both and thank you for inviting me to be part of your special day." Aendir says, "Perhaps we can arrange a larger party."
Collected Poems
An olivewood book engulfed in hand-painted botanicals In the olivewood book are a deckle-edged gilded ivory parchment, a page of pressed rosebud parchment, a scallop-edged cream card, a sheet of smoke-striated vellum, a piece of white paper, a watercolored matte gold note, a wing-shaped wine red declaration, a sheet of illuminated parchment, a beribboned kelyn green card, an elegant sapphire blue vellum, and a leaf-framed pale violet card.
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a deckle-edged gilded ivory parchment Delicate pink and orange orchids bloom in the corners of the parchment, their petals smudged with light chalk pastels for an ethereal effect. A pair of red-faced pale green lovebirds hide between the flowers, their ebon eyes wide and watchful. Their wings create blurred strokes of color, adding to the dream-like imagery the chalks create in the surrounding blossoms. You see nothing unusual. The page, written in Elven, reads as follows: Give me your hand, but once. Give me your heart forever! These are the words I've longed to hear All alone in the dark. Every dream comes true with you How can I doubt my heart? Here is my hand, Here is my life, Here is my heart. Let's share our love, now. And build a dream unending! These are my words I offer you, Dear, With my every pulse! Looking deep within your eyes I feel a pulsing spark. Let's join our hands, Let's start our life, Oh, here is my heart! ~Luxelle Machtes Ashrim
a page of pressed rosebud parchment In the Common language, it reads: Love's Steadfast Path No fleeting whim, nor passing jest, Can shape the bond that love bestows, For in its depth, the heart finds rest, As steady as the river flows. Through tempests wild and wayward chance, It bends but never breaks apart, No spoken vow nor fleeting glance Could bind it stronger than the heart. It grows in silence, soft yet sure, Unshaken by the winds of time, A flame that trials shall endure, Untouched by reason's measured rhyme. So let the world its course pursue, Let seasons change, let time depart, For love remains, both firm and true, A refuge for the faithful heart.
a scallop-edged cream card The page, written in Elven, reads as follows: ~Love, Like Cobbling Shoes~ Love is not a fleeting spark, nor silk that tears with time it is the hand that mends and shapes,made strong through wear and climb. It bends but does not break apart, grows sturdy, firm, and true, built to walk through storm and sun, each step deepens its hue. And when the years have worn it thin, when time has left its trace, love, like hands that stitch and mend, renews with care and grace. ~Kayse Thaellian
a sheet of smoke-striated vellum The page, written in Elven, reads as follows: Adapted from Lythale Orinet Loenthra's 'Endless Light of Night' without permission, so please don't rat me out. I already owe them two bottles of caerandas. --JS In the darkness of the night Ardent candles shine full bright Flick'ring beacons to the heart Practicing the greatest art Not word nor painting can compare To the soul's scintillant flare The flame of love sheds purest light In the darkness of the night
a piece of white paper The page, written in Elven, reads as follows: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 _ O |O| In the quiet dark /|\/ \ Gentle touch of hearts entwined |\ |\ Ends with tangled sheets <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
a wing-shaped wine red declaration In the Elven language, it reads: To my dear friends, Aendir and Elaejia, as you declare your love to one another. Warmest regards, Lucrecea When others speak of love, they do so tenderly, with hushed and reverent awe. Such docile platitudes will never match its flame, its ferocity, its unyielding and uncompromising resolve. Wash away these pleasantries for the truth beneath, lest you lose yourselves to their benign banality. Seize your love and your shared love, and raise a tempest to drive out those who dare to tame it, to subjugate it, to break its very spirit.
an elegant sapphire blue vellum In the Common language, it reads: Love is the heart s most precious light, A spark that shines through darkest night. It s not in gold, nor fame, nor land, But in the touch of a gentle hand. It builds a bridge where walls once stood, A bond that heals, a force for good. Its value grows beyond measure s span, It s found in kindness, heart, and plan. Love is the gift that time will prove, A bond that only grows and moves. In every step, together, we ll find, A life of joy, forever intertwined. Warmest Wishes, Dame Dirra Crawfinn
a leaf-framed pale violet card In the Elven language, it reads: For my dear friends, Aendir and Elaejia Silithyr, on the occasion of their wedding. Feastday, 23rd day of Fashanos in the year, 5125. What is Love? He asked me, "Lady, what is love?" And I replied "My sweet, It's knowing when to take her hand And when your eyes should meet. It's knowing when to whisper words That reach across the ages And echo all the passion spent On yesteryear's page." "It's gently finding out about The things that make her cry, And earning all her trust in you By never asking why She takes your love for granted Though you give it with your heart Then find it torn to pieces By a poisoned verbal dart." "It's giving without taking Though your need is hard to bear And selfish, bitter frailty Demand you have your share Of tenderness and caring. So you see, it's quite a prize. Now my gentle lover, Help me see it through your eyes." He sat in thoughtful silence Reflecting what I'd said, Then, with a smile that caught my heart He raised his glorious head. "Lady, what you've described to me, The essence of the flame, For though a man, I realise My needs are just the same." All my love and best wishes, Rohese
a sheet of illuminated parchment In the Common language, it reads: Love begins in shadow, a question half-spun, An indigo veil over what may become. It clings to the silence, unsure in its hue, A longing unspoken, a storm-darkened blue. Yet love, when it strengthens, turns lilac and bright, Unfurling through laughter, through soft golden light. It softens in lavender, like breath upon skin, a whisper of promise, the dawn breaking in. Then tear-stained damson, wistful and worn, Bears loss in its fibers, yet never is torn. Through heartache it lingers, through doubt it will stay, A bruise that can deepen but won't fade away. At last, it is amethyst, steady, serene, no longer a question, no longer between. Not fire, not fleeting, nor bound to obey, Love is a jewel-tone that never betrays. RML, late winter wedding, 5125