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

[alicornucopia]

Cricket sniffs disdainfully and flicks his tail. "Mrow."

[pythbox]

"I'm a nymph," he says tiredly. "Nymphs don't wear clothes. That's just a thing."

[alicornucopia]

"Mewow," opines Cricket, glancing around at the distinctly non-native location in which Celo finds himself.

[pythbox]

"You know what, I don't actually give a shit," says Celo.

[alicornucopia]

"Mrow," says Cricket. No good can come of people who are not his magician understanding him, apparently, his cleverness falls on deaf ears.

[pythbox]

Celo makes a rude gesture and freecasts away.

[alicornucopia]

Cricket resumes weaving through the crowd, supremely unconcerned.