will you marry me?

[small_magics]

When the party has been going on for a few hours but no one has left yet, everyone is called into the main room. (The dragons will have a sufficient view if they prefer to perch at the outer doors.)

Angela has worked out a ceremony that will satisfy the involved parties, a reworking of standard Samarian traditions with some revised wording and adjustments for the fact that the groom inhabits two bodies. This ceremony, unlike the elven one, doesn't involve any jewelry.

And then Sarion and her beloved are married. Again.

Comments

[pumpkin_pie]

[pina_colada]

"So anyway. Helen here is Kas's kid. Slightly awkward amount of emphasis on 'Kas's'."

[pumpkin_pie]

"Awkward emphasis because—?"

[subtly_artistic]

Since Sarion doesn't mind Wellspring magic being used in her world, Aether is experimenting with boosting subtle arts telekinesis with Wellspring telekinesis. They don't work together all that well, at least not yet.

[telesonorous]

"Because he had me by himself after he'd been wandering around missing Amariah for decades, and he didn't even mean for me to be hers but it happened anyway because of some weird thing about wishing and templates, and when she finally got back she was really mad at him for it."

[pumpkin_pie]

"...I want to hug you, do you want me to hug you?"

[telesonorous]

Helen nods.

[pumpkin_pie]

Hug.

[pina_colada]

Kerron hugs her again too.

[telesonorous]

Helen loves her cousinoids.

"You guys are pretty great," she mumbles.

[pina_colada]

"Guilty as charged."

[pythbox]

[Hey you,] says Celo. [Got a minute?]

[subtly_artistic]

[Sure, what's up?]

[pumpkin_pie]

Aedyt giggles.

[pythbox]

[People have been giving me various amounts of shit about not wearing clothes and it's kind of getting to me and I want to do something about it but I'm not coming up with any good ideas,] he says.

[subtly_artistic]

[...Well, I don't really have any good ideas either, but you could come hug me and I could - be accustomed to the fact that you go around naked?]

[pythbox]

[Are you around anybody who's not?]

[subtly_artistic]

[Nah. This little room doesn't have a door but I'm in it by myself.]

[pythbox]

Celo appears and hugs her.

"I love you," he sighs.

[subtly_artistic]

She hugs him back. "I'm sorry people have been freaking out about you. I mean, I did it too, but at least I understood what 'I'm a nymph' meant."

[pythbox]

"Yeah. And it's just 'well why can't you wear clothes' over and over again, and I get really fucking tired of explaining."

[subtly_artistic]

Aether pets his hair. "The Bells all know, I explained - I guess they didn't propagate it to their people too thoroughly."

[pythbox]

"Guess not," he agrees with a sigh. "Fuck. I don't know, would changing my censoring help?"

[subtly_artistic]

"Maybe? You're sort of very - technically censored, right now."

[pythbox]

He snorts. "Yeah. I could just be a silhouette with a nametag until people decide they want to see more of me. But then it'd probably be 'Why do you look like somebody painted over you?' 'Because I'm naked' and back to the same old conversation."