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

[inherpiety]

"I didn't know about you in advance, maybe there should be, I don't know, signs, warnings somehow?"

[pythbox]

"Maybe," he sighs. "I don't have the first clue what kind of signs to put up or where, though. I already have a nametag but it hasn't helped so far."

[inherpiety]

Keziah peeps tentatively over her wing to read his nametag.

"It's really much less conspicuous than the thing it's warning about," she says.

[pythbox]

...Celo starts giggling.

[inherpiety]

[pythbox]

"Yeah," he says, "it really is."

[inherpiety]

"Anyway, I kind of need the water room." She starts to continue in the direction she was going, still shielding herself from excess naked Joker with her wing.

[pythbox]

"Bye," says Celo, and there is no more naked Joker.