Wedding Planner/Anne
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Description
You see the Wedding Planner Anne. She appears to have a trace of Elven ancestry. Wisps of silver and white hair frame the plump, kind face of the aged woman who squints ever so slightly as she gazes about. Cobalt blue lamb's wool covers her from neck to ankle in the form of an antiquated dress that looks soft and warm. A bright white shawl tatted with irises and snowdrops adorns her shoulders.
Ask
| Verb | Modifier | First | Third |
|---|---|---|---|
| ASK | AREAS | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | CEREMONY | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | CRIER | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | DATE | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | FOOD | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | INVITATION | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | LICENSE | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | OFFICIATE | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | TRUNK | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
| ASK | WEDDING | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! | This section has not been added yet; please add to it now! |
Lazy
Glancing up, Anne smiles politely and nods to those that enter. Sniffling slightly, Anne absently pushes her glasses up further on her nose as she peruses a pile of paperwork on the counter. Resting her elbow on the counter, Anne sighs heavily and dreamily gazes down an austere corridor. Running into the office from an austere corridor, a young boy with frosting on his nose beams up at Anne. Grinning, she collects a handkerchief from under the counter and attacks his face with it. Laughing, she says, "Best not let dad see you like that." He swats her away and runs back the way he came. Laden with long stem roses, a sailor ambles into the office and attempts to bow to Anne. "Oh, no!" she cries out. "You'll fall over and crush the roses. Just take them down the corridor." Nodding in appreciation, he heads off in the direction she has indicated. Absently twirling a ringlet of hair that has fallen free from her bun, Anne smiles and says, "If I can help anyone, please let me know." Smiling brightly, the Wedding Planner Anne pushes her glasses further up her nose with one of her knuckles and says, "I'm more than happy to assist you with any and all of your wedding needs. Please just ASK me AREAS, CEREMONY, CRIER, DATE, FOOD, INVITATION, LICENSE, OFFICIATE, TRUNK, AND WEDDING, but please remember to have your marriage license somewhere on you or I won't be of much use." "Let's see," Anne says quietly to herself. "Three months and two days..." She counts out something on her fingers, using her thumb and index finger, and then brightens. "Yes, that's it," she quietly says and puts a checkmark on the paperwork she is going over. Laughter suddenly trickles into the area from an austere corridor, causing Anne to look up and wistfully sigh.