Wedding Planner/Elluin

Wedding Planner/Elluin Town Isle of Ornath Gender Female Race Elven Alias/Title Elluin Job Wedding Planner Affiliation(s) Isle of Ornath Wedding Hall

Description

You see the Wedding Planner Elluin.
She appears to be an Elf.
She is tall and slender and appears to be youthful.  She has slightly tilted light blue eyes that shine with flecks of silver, and fair, smooth skin.  Her long pale red hair flows loosely about her shoulders, bound only by a narrow vaalin geldaralad set with an azure blazestar.
She is wearing a backless pale cerulean silk gown beaded with clear glimmaerstones, a vaalin back-lariat necklace with clear glimmaerstone droplets, and narrow alabaster silk slippers with tiny gilt heels.

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A well-dressed assistant approaches Elluin to present her with two very different geldaralad options.  After several minutes of consideration, she chooses the one on the left before seeing them off with a warm smile.

Unconsciously, Elluin raises her hand to her throat, her fingers fluttering to the clear glimaerstone back-lariat that rests against her collar bone.

Elluin smiles quietly to herself as she tucks an errant strand of pale red hair behind her ear.

Elluin's gilt heels click against the cold, white marble floor as she walks between the quintettes spaced throughout the room, freshening the flowers in the golden vases on each table.

With a gracious smile, Elluin says, "Please, allow me to answer all of your wedding questions.  You can ASK me about AREAS, CEREMONY, CRIER, DATE, FOOD, INVITATION, LICENSE, OFFICIANT, TRUNK, or WEDDING, and I would be happy to provide you with more information.  You will need to have your marriage license somewhere on your person though, or else I am afraid I cannot be of much help."

Elluin greets a young elven couple as they enter the paned iron door and introduces them to one of her associates, who comes rushing up with a binder full of stationary.  Everyone exchanges pleasantries and then she leads them to a small cluster of ebony high-back chairs arranged around one of five tables before stepping back to leave them to it.

Elluin slowly taps her finger against her lips, temporarily lost in thought.

Adjusting her cerulean silk gown and smoothing out an imagined wrinkle, Elluin seems satisfied as she gives the slightest of approving nods.

Elluin steps over to the ebony desk and picks up a recent edition of Elanthia's favorite fashion-forward publication from its lacquered surface, turns to a random page, and is instantly absorbed.

An exuberant florist arrives with a tray piled with samples of nosegays, boutonnieres, and flower crowns.  Elluin excitedly walks over to see him and his beautiful floral arrangements, the pair falling into easy conversation as they ponder the considerable number of options before them.