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

[pina_colada]

"Have you met our other cousinoids? Your - sisteroids, I guess? Or for that matter your own alts."

[telesonorous]

"Some of them!" she says, cheering up somewhat. "My alts, and Pen the tiny angel, and the griffins. I still haven't seen sisteroid number three - I don't even know if any of them are here."

[pina_colada]

"They should be. I haven't met Hyacinthe or Ariel yet either, the one wasn't born and the other wasn't old enough last time - Aedyt?"

[pumpkin_pie]

"Haven't seen them. Well, I don't know what they look like, so 'haven't noticed them' might be more accurate. I might have seen them and not paid attention."

[pina_colada]

"Well, did you see any angels who were younger than Keziah but not as young as Pen?"

[pumpkin_pie]

"Not clearly enough to tell," she says after a moment. "There are a lot of angels I don't recognize at this party. Should we go looking for them?"

[pina_colada]

"Sure."

Kerron starts scanning for appropriately sized angels. Or, for that matter, humans - there are kids but not that many kids here.

[telesonorous]

Helen perches on her cloud-pine and gets some altitude to look around.

"I don't see anybody," she says.

[pina_colada]

"Yeah. I'll go see if I can turn them up," says Kerron, and he heads out into the crowd.

[carillons]

If he's looking for an eleven-year-old angel, he might find one tucked into a roomlet on the main floor level. But she is quiet enough and still enough to be easy to miss, even with those bright white wings.

[pina_colada]

He's got pretty keen vision. "Hey there! Are you Ariel?" he inquires.

[carillons]

"Yes," says Ariel. "Who are you?"

[pina_colada]

"I'm Kerron! I'm your cousinoid - one of the Joker's kids."

[carillons]

"I haven't met any cousinoids yet," says Ariel. She smiles.

[pina_colada]

"Well, you've got a bunch. Alts of your sisters and me and my sister and since you're also a Bell kid the Chronicle little princesses count for you even though they don't for me."

[carillons]

"That's a lot," says Ariel. "I think I'm okay with seeing you one at a time. What's it like in your world?"

[pina_colada]

"I'm from Aurum. We're the world with the vampires and the werewolves and the witches."

[carillons]

"Does everybody know about magic there?"

[pina_colada]

"Most people. Not literally everyone, but it gets closer every day."

[carillons]

"That must be nice," she says. "Magic is a secret in Samaria."

[pina_colada]

"Yeah, I've heard. You'll get there. It used to be secret in Aurum too."

[carillons]

"We will," she agrees, nodding. "But not for a long time."

[pina_colada]

"How old are you, anyway?"

[carillons]

"I am eleven," says Ariel.

[pina_colada]

"I think that makes you older than your alt, have you met her yet?"