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Gossip CG4: Wed Jan 18 18:59:15 2017 by Merrisol (trivial)
GL-Rebma: murmur known by connected, trace cost 1, expires 25 Jan
Title: Merri's Angels?
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On the day of the Regent's marriage to the Princess of Tir, passed around the watery holes of the Grand Promenade is a mysterious tale of varying detail, though it started out like this:
"Ohh carp, Wedding Alert. They just lost the Best Man."
"The Lord Warden? How? Wait, I can guess this: Something! Went awry! In the Deep!"
"Something did, indeed. Some last-minute adventure. The nerve of some pirates!"
"Privateer now, isn't it?"
"You can never tell with that one. Definitely hiding something."
"Not with those pants. Oh, you mean with all those trips to the dungeons with his lovely lady wife."
"And Princess Miriam. Stop snickering. You'll be jailed for treason or something."
"Nah, the jails are full. I heard they've been reopening cases to figure out who can be Flushed."
"The Royal Flush! That's it, that must be what happened. The Lir knights Flushed him!"
"On the eve of the Regent's wedding? They wouldn't dare."
"All I know is they followed Lord Merrisol to the palace yesterday. And then I hear he had to be dragged outta some pit by three topsider ladies. Lady Maggie, Forgemistress Ruby, and err, not the Princess. The other silverhair... Baroness D'Sorgo."
"Weird names, those topsiders. Weird hair. Red, black, and yellowy? I just can't help staring."
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We're going to have a wedding, a wedding, and the decorations are sublime. Everyone who is anyone is gathered in the palace today wearing all their finery. Martin is standing by the throne and speaking quietly to Dryssana of Morfilod, High Priestess of Lir. The general air of things is controlled excitement though there are a few overzealous guests. Maybe had too much to drink already. From the looks of things its going to be a traditional Rebma ceremony with the bridal parties in their various places. There's probably going to be a lot of ancient remban words and Martin looks like he is being given last minute instructions. It's not like he's attended many Rebman weddings before.
Important people have special spots to stand and sit. Princes/Princesses Dukes, Duchesses and that sort of thing. There's catchy music to listen to, dolphins willing to flirt with just about anyone. At least Martin is there and hasn't run to the other ends of the universe, he's not, after all, his father. There's little trays of drink and food if one can figure out how to use the closed cups. Random is with Vialle and in attendance. Martin looks calm as he waits for his intended.
There is at the least one Royal Princess of Amber in attendance. Her Highness Fiona, Princess of Amber has found her way to her assigned seating, and is settled down, appearing calm and relaxed as well, as she watches the pre-wedding final preparations.
One Dolphin pipes up, "Do y' think it may be a wedding where the lines are really short. Do you? Do you?" He flutteres his tail. The other shakes his head. "Nah, lookit the prissy look on the High Priestess' face!"
The head of House Sorgo makes a splashy entrance, although it's her appearance that does all the talking; and in some aspects, it screams. Her outfit winks with a hundred points of light with every step, until the standing mob mostly cloaks the effect as she takes her place amongst Rebman officials and Golden Circle dignitaries; at which point, it's Raphaela's shiny platinum head with its long sculpted locks that distinguish the Baroness. With those staring clear eyes of hers, she barely smiles for much of the ceremony, though there are some who know and can expect to be struck by the quiet ray of her favor.
Gino snags one of the closed cups, seeming to have little trouble figuring out how it works (profesional drinker) He does watch the dolphin's with some intrest as he kinda floats.
Syeira hangs toward the back, floating about three quarters of the way toward the ceiling a drink in hand. Watching over the assembled seeing everyone getting settled into their places.
Priestess Drysanna Morfilod certainly has that kind of a look on her. She is tall, spindly thin and formidable. She appears to be the kind of woman one does not want to annoy. Over to the side and quietly supporting her nephew is Princess Faiella, the small daughter of Queen Moire who recently took the vows of a Priestess. She is demurely sitting quietly, watching.
Miriam was whisked off earlier, to be dressed, readied for the ceremony, and then brought to the staging area with Maggie before the guests gathered. Like Martin, there's been some last-minute instruction to make certain she understands all the traditions. Also like Martin, there was no running off in a fit of panic. She's pretty calm. Well. She looks pretty calm. Well. Mostly calm. Well. Anyway... As it gets close to time, a message is sent to Martin's sisters to take the places arranged beforehand. Those places, which have been cleared ahead of time? The center of the room rather than the back.
Given a place normally reserved for the closest family of the bride, Princess Florimel is there and gorgeous as always. (with her permission)
High above the throne room, nestled in an alcove, the Royal Musicians have been quietly tuning up. As the time approaches, they turn their talents to serenading the various Houses found in Rebma. As order is important, the Houses are honored thus alphabetically.
Amy looks totally calm. But then, she's married already. And her husband is somewhere around. In fact, she leans up to plant a kiss on his lips, and then she swirls once in a circle, before she swims over to the center of the room, stopping with enough of a swoosh to garner a catcall from one or two of the dolphins in attendance and flirting with everyone. Her smile is somewhat roguish, but she holds her gro- ... erm, spot, looking to her sister, and then waiting for the next steps.
Ruby enters the throne room in the company of Wynter. Offering the lovely Pathian her arm as they move amongst the gathered. Ruby's taken pains to emulate what she considers the norm of Rebma fashion, and that means a little modesty and a lot of jewelery. Sensing things about to commence, she urges her companion to come closer to the front with her to bear witness.
Marlene takes her place by Amy among the bridal party's choreographed locations. Smiles unevenly... murmurs, "You may not believe it, but I always wanted to be in theatre." Winks. She'd applied herself to the problem of Begman modesty in Rebma long since, and seems to have by now come up with a solution, as full cloth-of-salmon-like-skin-skirts seem to negotiate the underwater environment perhaps even helpfully rather than encumberingly, and matched colours as necessary. She's dispensed with shoes, however, and her hair floats relatively free of its usual nest atop her head, save a token knot and ornamental ribbons.
Random stands with Vialle to one side of the throne. As father of the groom, he has a wimsical smile on his lips. After a moment, he looks down at his own wife and slips an arm about her waist to pull her in closer against him. She responds in kind, though her smile is warm and filled with excitement. Imagine, her expression seems to say, little Martin, getting married.
Wynter floats along beside Ruby, with an enchanted look apon her face as she takes in the scene. She's quiet, however and triest to keep some sense of propriety. Still the chance to say hello to a dolphin proves too much as she passes by. Then settles in gracefully when Ruby finds their place.
Once all have taken their places and Drysanna has made sure Martin places the Scepter of Moins on the throne, trumpets call for the ceremony to begin. Her voice carries through the water like a whip. "We welcome to Rebma all that have come on this day but on this day there will be no dearly beloved, no betrothed, and no ancient rhyme of the married. Today there are no dead languages to solemnize vows that are very much alive and will remain so for a lifetime. Today promises become permanent and friends become family." Drysanna looks squarely at Maritn when she mentions the word promises.
"However, this day is not about the words spoken or the rings exchanged, nor is it about grand pronouncements and recessional marches. It is about a beginning, not the end, nor is it about the destiny of worlds though yet remains a grand symbol. It is about the joining of one soul to another that I, Drysanna, High Priestess of Lir can assure you that the Sea welcomes with whole heart and mind. Lord Regent Martin, son of Prince Random of Amber and Grandson of her most Serene Majesty Moire, the Sea's offer as groom."
A russle of interest whispers through the gathered throng. Overall, the whispers are positive though a few of the older set seem unsettled initially.
Fiona is here to witness, quietly. She tilts her head, attentive, but letting her gaze take in the audience as well.
Celeste fidgets and frowns gently. She's come alone, leaving her date at home and she seems more than a bit restless.
Standing beside Martin, but certainly not for the purpose of latching him into a headlock if he starts inching for the doors, is Merrisol, tall, tan, and assured. For much of the waiting, he gazes fixedly at some point far far to the back of the grand chamber, where a mote of reflected light off someone's fabulous bling describes a lulling figure-eight upon the tinted glass wall. But there are some moments when he bends slightly at the waist and murmurs words of encouragement or jest through the golden tousle of Martin's mane, reaching his ear. But then there's that dancing light again, and he contemplates that for another while, until the trumpet call breaks through the control and the stillness within. He blinks slowly and turns his head with the High Priestess's words.
Often, the bridal party arrives from the back of the hall. Today though, Princess Miriam and Maggie arrive in a way perhaps more fitting for the Princess of Tir. Perhaps mostly overlooked as simple decoration, an ornate curtain had been drawn across the very tip of the throne room, far above. As Drysanna offers the groom, it is drawn aside and the bride and her matron start to descend towards Marlene and Amethyst. Miriam glows softly with moonlight, causing the diamonds sewn into her robe to sparkle. Once the two land, they become four. The four continue forward to the throne, to present the Sky's offer of bride.
Gliding down from on high, Maggie follows Miriam. Although she is bespangled as befits a Rebman Princess' matron of honor, Maggie does not outshine the Princess by even one iota. The decent is graceful, measured by moonlight and the faint strains of accompaniment from the orchestra. Meeting with Martin's sisters, Maggie falls into place with her cousins. As they head toward their places, Maggie seeks her own husband, offering Merrisol a warm smile that holds some measure of relief.
As Drysanna speaks, Random turns the High Priestess a slightly baleful glance. Any comment is cut off when Amy and Marlene take their places. They are offered a quiet thumbs up. His attention turns to Miriam as she and Maggie come down the drain... Drapes. Down the drapes. The youngest of the Elder set grins first at Miriam, then at his son. Martin is given a wink and a nod of fatherly approval. Vialle, while not entirely oblivious to her husband's movements keeps her own smile quieter, probably more refined.
Amy catches that thumb's up from her dad, and has to fight to not grin cheekily. She waits for Maggie to join her and Marlene, and then moves forward on cue.
Drysanna continues and smiles politely at Miriam. "Today is about Love. For many years I have watched the Princess Miriam and Lord Martin. They have shown us in all this time their dedication to each other and to Rebma. They have stood by their promises to each other and did not rush into a quick and trivial courtship. Their journey was a long one and it ends today to start a new point in history. It is said that if love is not all, then it is nothing. If love is all, then it is everything. I know from what I have seen the truth of it. These two souls do share an uncommon bond and faith against all odds."
Martin offers his hand to Miriam and turns so that the both of them face the crowd momentarily then return to the throne. The Scepter of Moins being the stand in for Queen Moire.
"Some say that all you have to do is love each other and the universe will provide but that is not reality. There will be pain and hardship. There will be danger. There will be hate and there will be fear and not just of each other. So long as you are both true to yourselves and to each other and to the throne in which you represent, you will prevail." Perhaps she has a heart after all, but that's debatable to some.
Ruby leans towards Wynter to murmer names to go along with faces. There's plenty that are recognizable on sight without the Minosian's help. She gets most of the names correct, probably. Along with each is a small blurt of rep or renown. Fluffed with Rubeh-colour.
Marlene sends Random a discreet wink and similar mirthful looks as she sets about the procedure of gliding out with royal reserve and not-quite-solemnity. Some things run in the family, but she puts something into the 'theatre' part. The next smile is softer, though, as Drysanna speaks. Perhaps other things run in the family, too, as Rebman weddings go.
Fiona's gaze goes over Ruby and her company, moving along to Gino, her sister Flora, several Rebmans in quite outlandish outfits that seem really just par for the course. A dolphin approaches her, and her frigid gaze has him swiftly change course.
Once the bride and her attendants reached the dais, Miriam could not help a smile for Martin before a respectful bow towards Dryanna. As the High Priestess begins to speak, her glow dims a little so that it does not distract from what is being said. She listens to the words, smiling again, and squeezes Martin's hand gently during that brief turn towards those gathered. The more serious words about reality cause her to nod slightly, but her expression says that she's ready for those challenges.
Vialle reaches around Random's waist, in part to hold him close and, perhaps, in part to remind him that they are guests here, still. Random gives his wife a soft kiss on the temple and settles down to listen like a good dad. Vialle looks inordinatly pleased with him and the proceedings.
Wulf perhaps had to park his sea-serpent. Whatever the case, the jotun of kitezh swims in at the very back of the throne room, looking mildly embarassed. He casts eyes about, swimming with strong strokes to try his level best to look like he was there all along, bee-lining straight for Celeste's side.
Standing behind Miriam, Maggie slides to one side after the bride takes the groom's hand. Turning as they do, she stands beside the bride as the Royal couple look out over the crowd. When the High Priestess speaks, Maggie slides another look over toward her husband.
When the couple turn to the audience, the audience murmers in approval. They settle down to whispers and faint russlings or soft comments. Bling is in abundance here, glitter and shine echoing against the walls, the floor, each other. This is a Wedding and weddings require shimmer.
Amy moves out of the way to one side, when the time comes, so that she does not block the view of the couple of the hour. She's calm, serene, but there is still that hint of mischief in her eyes, tamped down and eased off for her brother and his wife-to-be's sake.
Celeste lifts her left hand, the right being a whiteish metal. Her left grasps on Wulf and she raises her gaze and looks RELIEVED to see the Jotun. Finally something more compelling than a room full of dangerously compelling shiny things.
Marlene pivots as well with Amy, just part of the tableau tonight, though there's a slow pan of a gaze among the assembled as she goes, all schooled posture.
Excitement grows in the crowd and there are those who 'apply their bling' or something to advantage. As those surprised shift to see what happened, the gaps created are filled by Rebmans moving forward. While this does move the surprised lookylous back, it is good natured and kind of to be expected.
Zachary arrives without ceremony. He's just here to oggle, maybe to catch a slice of history in the making.
Listening to the recitations of Dryssana, turning with Martin and fading back with the smooth sliding steps of one half-dreaming his way through the instructed routine, Merrisol's expression divulges nothing of his thoughts on the sentimental adages outlined as true descriptions of the betrothed couple and their history. Occasionally, he does blink, and a sharpness lightens his green eyes, whereupon he casts his gaze about for Maggie. Finding her, he watches with intense focus for a moment, then slips away back into his cool reverie.
Celeste listens but her attention remains fixated (safely so) on the Jotun. She steals quick glances at the proceedings before fixating again on Wulf.
Fiona continues to watch, seated decorously, expression serene and thoughts masked behind a cool exterior.
Wulf smiles at Cel, tugging her up in the water to about shoulder height, because that there's easy to do in water. It gives a marginally better view of what's going on and after a smile to her that's softened and warm, he turns eyes back on the proceedings in a contented manner, giving the mandrake general frequent looks. This is all very new and fascinating to him. Oddly austere as well as being splendiferous, also, which seems to bring him to looking puzzledly thoughtful.
"This is a day of celebration. Of love, of commitment." Drysanna might have glanced at Random briefly after that word. "Of friendship." Drysanna looks towards Merrisol. "Of family." Drysanna's eyes fall upon Fiona. Then she turns back to Miriam and Martin, "and of two people who are in it not just for themselves but for the Realms which they protect. The Sea and all the peoples who dwell within." No, Realms wasn't a slip of the tongue. She most likelymeans Tir. "Her blessed Majesty, Moire, Queen of Rebma and the Deep Peoples, Monarch Beneath the Waves granted that her grandson rule in her name." There is no explanation given about where she is or why she is not here but little Princess Faiella does bow her head. Princess Llewella is present, sitting with Princess Faiella but also keeping quiet.
"To this you commit, to each other and to throne in which you will defend until your death. To the people who revere you, love you and support you. To them you make your promise as much as you do to each other." Rings are produced. Oddly simple bands of white gold, a closer look would reveal waves upon them and within each wave crack tiny extremely rare blue pearls. Waves being Moire's symbol. "Martin, Regent, Grandson, Son. Between Realms, vowed to one, tied forever to another. What is your vow?"
Martin straightens and looks to Miriam with a kind smile. He holds out her ring. "To thee, Princess, my light in the darkness, I vow my love. And to thee, my heart to keep and to nurture. To have and to hold. I will always speak the truth and will always do what I have promised." To the throne he looks. "To Rebma, I am already bound. Forever and always and my body and soul will spill blood, suffer and die protecting her. To the land to which I am tied, I can love and protect her as she is our reflection and this can never change but to Rebma, to the Sea, my soul belongs and to you." He smiles warmly at Miriam. "Always and forever. I love thee."
Syeira keeps to the back continuing to watch. Just fading into the backdrop for this special occasion.
Wynter listens to Ruby explain who's who and the backgrounds of each and has to stiffle laughter at least twice. Still she manages to make no noise durring the whole explination and gives Ruby a smile and nod at it's end. She watches the glittering throng and joyful ceremony in composed awe. Captivated by the sharing of oaths heartfelt.
Random winks at the High Priestess as she turns his way, his smile a bit on the wolfish side. Still, he does not interrupt although he does keep his own Rebman wife close. Vialle's expression is warm, showing true happiness. As if she felt the import aimed at her husband, she lifts a small kiss to his cheek. Maybe that included a whisper to behave, for Random's eyes sparkle with more merriment and he keeps his peace.
Fiona's gaze rests thoughtfully on Vialle and Random for a moment or two.
Marlene might be a little misty-eyed with sentiment. Hard to tell when the wedding's in salt water, but she angles a slow glance toward her sister next to her. Otherwise, poise.
After exchanging a glance with Wynter, Ruby focusing back on Martin and Miriam. Taking in the offerings of Sea and Sky and the gravity of the bond being sealed. That produces some fidgeting on her part. Pretty courageous in front of so many. The unity on display for all to witness, has her more thoughtful. A tension in her neck making the tendons stand out in sharper relief. A quick glance to either side of her. The tight clusters of others, soaking in the moment as well. Her chin drops to her chest and she peers up from under her brows. The kraken tattoo on her bare back agitates subtley.
Celeste's slate gaze darts furtively about as Wulf lifts her up by her hand so she floats eye level with him. She notes Random's behavior and looks briefly puzzles before flancing over the bride and groom again.
Amy smiles encouragingly at Marlene when her sister angles that look her way. She's all about the positive vibe right now, relaxed, serious, and totally there for her brother and his betrothed. Never mind that mischievous glint in her eyes - her husband will have to deal with that, if he can.
A dophin gleefully collects bling from a band of young nobles who foolishly bet that Martin would want short and sweet.
A manta fans an elderly Rebman lady off in one corner. She must have paid him to be part of her hat for the event.
Above, strains of 'Nearer My Lir to Thee' accompany Drysanna's part as though she has a sound trak. As the melody takes on a heroic swell for Martin and a delicately beautiful, faintly haunting tone for Miriam, perhaps there is more truth than poetry in that notion.
Miriam continues listening first to the Priestess, and then to her betrothed as she turns towards the man next to her. His words cause her cheeks to flush slightly, and even with milky eyes making her face harder to read it's impossible to miss the affection showing there. Once he is done she needs a moment before trusting her voice. Then, his ring taken into her hand, "My Prince." and clearly, his actual title is entirely irrelevent to her. "My heart was dark, and then I met you and it lightened. I was filled with anger, and with your friendship I found peace. I felt alone, and in your welcome I found a home. I was selfish, but in your love for Rebma found a greater purpose." Quieter then, "Before we met, I could never have imagined being a part of someone else, and now I cannot bear the thought of a life without you and the love you have brought to my life." She eyes linger on him for a moment, then she forces them towards the throne and the scepter sitting there in lieu of the queen. "To Tir I am bound by birth. To Rebma, I am bound by choice and that is perhaps the deeper bond. Upon my soul, I will live and die in her service as much as to Tir-Na Nog'th above."
Broadcast to Amber by Zephyr: A thick fog begins to roll down the silvery stair from Tir onto the stone and then down the mountain towards Amber. At the same time, up from the stone stair to Rebma comes that same thick fog, rolling along the beach towards the other fog. Both will meet in the city, covering Amber with a thick layer of fog that only disperses with the rising of the sun tomorrow morning.
Zachary watches Miriam with her vows intensely, turning eyes all about afterwards. First time in Rebma and what a day to pick, he fiddles with his necklaces, fussily and distracted.
It's unclear where Brice came from, or if he's been here all this time. Perhaps he was blending into the crowd for a while. Whatever the case, he can now be seen with the rest of the gallery. For anyone who would care to notice, he seems unabashedly enraptured with the ceremony and the commitment of love on display. Perhaps he's misty-eyed. Of course being underwater makes it difficult to tell. Even so, his admiration for the event and the couple is evidently on display.
"Their promises to each other and to the throne have been heard and witness by family, friend and guests from above and below." Drysanna lifts her head as she steps back. Martin and Miriam's fingers are now bearing the rings made for them and their hands are clasped together. "At this time, the Realm recognizes their choice, accepts their commitment and looks to the gathered crowd. If there is one here who wishes to contest this union and stand in the way of love let them step forward and the crown will hear their claim. Forever after, the silence will be written in history."
Although there is a general whisper of movement through the crowd it is the sort that happens when people look around to see if anyone will say anything. Anyone? Anything?
Vialle tightens her hold on Random, though the man made no move to say anything. Perhaps she, too, is misty-eyed. He bends to kiss her cheek or to speak softly to her.
Fiona certainly isn't moving. Though she does watch with equanimity.
Amy watches the audience for anyone about to barge in. Better not be!
Wulf gazes upwards at the roof of the throneroom at this, his head on one side and thoughtful, listening to the murmur of the room, the woman at his side and the invisible warp and weft of the loom of fate, shuttling back and forth perhaps.
Maggie glances around from where she stands next to Miriam. Her expression is quiet and peaceful for once. When she finishes her survey of the gathering, she turns to look at her own beloved and her smile softens.
The minstrels in the gallery pause in their melody making, their silence lending weight to the expectant hush.
Miriam does not look at those assembled as they wait to see whether anyone will speak. Her attention is entirely on Martin.
Celeste seems unmoved by the incredibly romantic vows and professions of the bride and groom to one another. Perhaps she is doing the stoic General schtick, or focusing on avoiding the shinies. She fidgets.
Marlene poses serene attention after the very sweet moment, for form's sake, perhaps, slowly panning her eyes over the crowd. Really she may be looking for motions out of place, but of *course* it's no such occasion. Her skirts ripple gently and settle.
High-Priestess Dryssana does go on, but her tone is compelling and strikes each note true, as she pays deepest respects to the absent monarch Merrisol lifts his chin just ever so slightly during, and just that small change casts upon his features a regal sangfroid never before witnessed in him. Throughout Martin's, then Miriam's covenants, the Regent's best man stares at them thus, quite obviously attending each word. A small nod after each only further lofts his bearing, to the point that it might be thought he would soon sneeze and that would explain everything. At last, his chest heaves and with his exhale a serenity returns to his countenance. He regards Dryssana, seems to tilt his head in a prompting gesture for her to please move on. In the next moment, he's smiling at Maggie that way he always does.
"So shall it pass by the grace of Lir." Drysanna's voice is calm and commanding. To Martin she looks. "Do you take this woman as your own and seal the promise of all that you have vowed to her?"
"I do," Martin nods without hesitation.
To Miriam, Drysanna looks. "Do you take this man as your own and seal the promise of all that you have vowed to him?"
Miriam also does not hesitate. "I do." she replies to Drysanna.
Ruby makes like a submerged statue. Ceasing all the squirming or fidgeting up until quite recently. A tattoo might crawl languidly within it's dermal prison, but the woman is immobile next to Wynter.
Celeste's brows knit and her gaze lifts but this time she's not seeing the shinies as she gets that trumpy look.
From next to the throne, Random straightens as Martin vows his life away. Knowing the kid, he means it, too. Vialle has softened a bit as she listens to the Priestess, then to her step-son and newly minted step-daughter-in-law take their vows. She lifts a little to whisper something to Random. A light blooms in his eyes and he glances a smile down to her. Whatever was said both amused and pleased him, judging by his expression.
"So it has come to be that I present to thee, Lord Regent Martin, grandson of her most supreme Majesty Moire, son of Prince Random of Amber. I present to thee him with his bride Princess Miriam of Tir witnessed here under the watch of the moon and the arms of the sea. On this day with Lir's blessing and the power vested in myself I declare Wife." She indicates Miriam "And Man." She indicates Martin. This is Rebma, no matter how much power Martin has, that is how it is done. "From now until death." Which isn't exactly the case, wasn't there a marriage contract? Some people whisper about a marriage contract. Nobody interferes though.
And. Martin kisses Miriam. Very thoroughly.
Use your imagination.
It seems the cue for some kind of signal. Floating quietly in the back, where he can float high enough to see over people's heads without being in anyone's way, Quinlan's sitting on water, in billowy green Pathian silks that catch every stray current. At the moment of the ceremony's conclusion, he flicks a finger. Brilliantly colored, sparkly illusions of minnows, a school of hundreds of them, flow forth from the mageling to swim overhead - dividing, regrouping, looping. The minnows come together into a sparkly bubble of color over Martin and Miriam's heads, which pops in a brief explosion of color before fading.
Quinlan looks almost professionally innocent.
There is not even a little complaint from the bride about Martin's very thorough kiss. Hers is pretty thorough, too.
Maggie turns again to the couple, or nearly. As they speak their vows, she has been watching Merrisol. Curiosity grows in her expression, though when he smiles her way something eases and she returns the look. Then Drysanna continues and Maggie is supposed to look that way. Her attention is caught by the minnows and she refrains from applauding.
Celeste blinks and looks surprised, then a bit pensive as she softly speaks to thin water.
High above, the minstrels begin playing a rock n roll version of some classical Rebman ballroom dance or is it the other way around? For those familiar with Martin's work, the composition is clearly his. It takes on a rollicking, wildly exuberant rhythm, with the tortoise shell drummer just going to /town/.
Celeste looks to Wulf and murmurs softly but not as quietly as she intended to, "You may stay if you like, my heart. I ought to go investigate."
Fiona waits for things to end, a small smile crossing her face, finally, at that kiss. She moves, heading over towards Martin and Miriam, intending to offer her congratulations.
Martin releases Miriam's lips, for now, and lets her straighten up from a full on dip. His Aunt is coming up, after all. He looks a bit dazed but otherwise there's a happy broad grin across his face as he beams around and clasps Miriam's hand. Drysanna steps back and composes herself. One should always be composed.
Wulf shakes his head slightly, looking over the happy scene, then down to Celeste. "Will call Ormsvagr and meet there. There is happiness here, should not be touched by fear." With that, releasing the general's hand, he makes to swim out of the palace.
Some where deep in the crowd, a single dolphin begins cheering that epic kiss. It's ki-ki-ing is soon joined by others and before long applause has broken out in the crowd.
Miriam needs a moment to compose herself as well, after that kiss. She grins at Martin, then finally looks around them. Fiona's approach causes her to try to pull herself a little more together. She remembers something then, and turns to give the High Priestess a heartfelt thanks.
Amy lets out a roar of approval, quite happily cheering as loudly as any of those dolphins.
Maggie darts a glance back to Amy and the crowd. She adds her cheer to the general uproar.
Marlene applauds and smirks to Amy after witnesssing Quinlan's incoming minnows. Sends a little salute that way, then says to Amy, "You know, I really do hope it's not going to be like we're only getting together for weddings and the like, all of us in our various realms to look after." She just smiles about the dolphins. They're just the sort of thing she seems to delght in. Martin gets a little bit of an affirmative sign of some sort when his attention is spared among other merriments.
Fiona politely lets the bride and groom recover from their kiss. She even lets the High Priestess finish, before she settles by her nephew and his new bride. "Congratulations, Martin," she says, a hint of warmth in her voice. "And Miriam. I trust you will do better than Cedric seems to have." There is a hint of amusement, but only a hint.
Aaaaand that is Quinlan's cue to quietly get the hoop out of here and into some normal non-court clothing before someone decides to betroth him to someone.
Martin grins at Fiona, "Thank you, Aunt. Thank you so much for being here. It means a lot to me." He'd like to reach out and hug her but maybe when they are alone. Ah, what the heck. He hugs Fiona if she lets him. Daring do and all.
Miriam smiles at Fiona, and echoes Martin. "Thank you, your Highness." she says. She, however, does not have the daring to try hugging Fiona, though.
Once the crazy music crashes the ceremony, Merrisol is pretty sure he can step out of line. One quick bound, and he is by Maggie's side, collecting her hand and coming in close for an intimate word and a caress of her cheek. After which, he turns and goes over with her to clasp both his newlywedded friends by the shoulders, laughing a glad congratulations. Then each one receives their own embrace in turn.
Fiona lets Martin give her a hug, certainly. She might even return it, though she'd likely deny that if asked. Once released, she moves to take Miriam's hand briefly. "I'll come back to visit later." Much later. As Merrisol and Maggie make their way, Fiona takes her leave.
Random tugs his own wife forward as the kiss ends. He tips a nod to Fiona, then waits a moment while his sister talks to his son. He loved the minnows, believe it and will describe them in detail to Vialle later. Quinlan is seen flitting off and Random grins after the cheeky redhead. Oh, the places you'll go, right?
Vialle is tuged and moves with Random willingly, easily. She does not speak just yet.
Martin waves in Quinlan's direction and grins wider. He lived to tell the tale. No one will ever believe it. Okay. now lets party y/n. or sex y/n. He looks at Miriam. Oh, dad and mum! There will be hugs. And Merrisol is right there so he gets a hug.
Turning as the music crashes into the room turning the solumn event into a party, Maggie takes Merrisol's hand in hers. Tilting her head to receive that quiet word, then the carress, her smile warms quickly as she turns with him to greet their friends. Hugs all around, it seems. Miriam gets a hug from Maggie, but Martin will have to suffer the same fate, just you wait and see. Then Amy and Marlene, if they allow it. Maybe even Random and Vialle. Perhaps.
With the crowd becoming much more mobile and moving like currents within the ocean, Ruby remains by Wynter until the latter can spy an opening through nobles, dignitaries and well-wishers. Ruby escorts her towards the refreshments, but lets her enjoy the thrill of learning the fascinating aspect of drinking undah-da-sea.
Amy flashes a bright smile at her hubby, and gets in line to give hugs to the couple of the day. In the process she gets a hug from Maggie, and that she totally is good with. And she'll give Marlene a hug and Vialle. And Dad. And just about everyone except her husband it seems. Makes one wonder how the Kite king is taking being second fiddle for the moment.
So much attention. Miriam looks from one to the other to the other around her, smiling to the greetings and well-wishes. There are many hugs to those closest, thought she keeps looking towards Martin. When she has a moment, she moves closer, to whisper something to her new husband.
Martin gives Miriam a cheeky nod.
Vialle is more than happy to give Amy and Marlene a hug after Miriam and Martin. She might have given Fiona a hug if given the chance. Who knows? It is a hugging sort of time. Drysanna might even get one from the woman. Unless Random or someone stears her away. Once hugs are given and received, Vialle pulls Random to her and whispers something to him. Random grins and claps his son on the shoulder, "Congratulations, Marty. Y'did good." Vialle has a hold of Random's arm and adds, "Congratulations, both of you. We'll give you your present later, though, okay? There are a lot of people who will want to offer their congratulations."
Marlene smiles there. Suddenly she's the unmarried one, too, officially, though that seems unimportant just now. Hugs are shared around. Says to both Martin and Miriam. "Felicitations to you both!"
Martin hugs vialle tight, "Thanks mom, dad. Yes, later is good."
Marlene does pause a moment as Random and Vialle come up, too, remains jovial, "Daddy, Vialle. It's good to see you well. "
Martin also gives Marlene a hug!
Amy also gets a hug. Everyone who wants one gets a hug!
Martin would lift up Miriam but it's a moot point, they're under water.
Viktor has patiently waited, letting the family do their greetings and hugs, first. Once there is room, he will join his wife to add his own to the newlyweds.
DON'T forget Ruby.
Ruby gets a hug too
Once the hugging has been completed, Random pulls Vialle closer. He bends to whisper something to her. She nods and the two slip off quietly. This clears the room for some dancing. On their way past the snacks table, Ruby and Wynter could well be pulled into a double hug before the Prince and his wife vanish into the depths of the castle.
Hugs done, Amy settles over by her husband, leaning in against him. It works for her at any rate. Those sad dolphins - awww. Well, they're ferocious flirts, but nobody takes them seriously right?
Viktor smiles, and puts his arms around his wife as they watch all the hugging and congratulations.
This might be Wynter's first venture into Rebma, or is just feigning ignorance so Ruby can feel like a knowledgeable guide when offering tips on the ways in sample food and spirits. After imbibing, the two move to the periphery of where folks are going to dance. Ruby's surprised by the offer of a hug, but doesn't reject it or say anything too foolish. Some sort of mumbled greeting she hopes sounds respectful before they're left watching and marvelling.
Merri still has his wife's hand, moving back with her as the dais fills up with people all out for a free hug and grope. He watches for a while, nodding or waving in chance sightings of other friends and acquaintances. After a little while, he exchanges a look with Maggie, perhaps to the tune of 'Who's going to clean up all this gold and silver confetti?', or 'Should we rescue them at some point?', but seriously, more likely one of secret anticipation, before they exercise their option to steal away until the reception kicks off.
Vialle and Random slip away after that hug.
There is no way around all the greeting and hugging, but Miriam keeps glancing towards Martin. Finally, once she's sure all the people that *need* hugs have been hugged, she just takes matters into her own hands. She reaches to take the hand of her new husband and pull him away with her. "If you'll all excuse us? We need to have a conversation." Is that what they're calling it?
Martin follows. That's what they're calling it these days.
Maggie keeps her husband's hand in hers as they slip off the dias to let other well wishers on. As they glide to a stop at one side, Maggie eases her arm about his waist. After a wave or two of her own, she looks up to catch Merrisol's glance. Serendipitously her look could have been choreographed to meet his, for their timing is perfect. She quirks a brow, shifts her gaze and lets him know that now is a wonderful time to slip off until the party kicks off.
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Gossip CG5: Wed Jan 18 22:00:25 2017 by Miriam (public)
AL-Amber: moderate known by connected, trace cost 1, expires 01 Mar
Title: As Below...
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As many gather in the throne room in Rebma on the evening of the full moon, Tir-Na Nog'th appears in the sky above Amber. That in itself might not be unusual, but Tir's appearance has been less certain of late. What is far, far less usual is that as the ceremony begins a thick fog begins to roll down the silvery stair onto the stone and then down the mountain towards Amber. At the same time, up from the stone stair to Rebma comes that same thick fog, rolling along the beach towards the other. Both will meet in the city, covering Amber with a thick layer that only disperses with the rising of the sun the next morning.
More, those in the throne room of Amber, and should there be any in the throne room of Tir-Na Nog'th, will be witness to a ghostly reflection. As below, so above and above in a reversal of Rebma's traditional past to present to future. There is no sound, but the image of Martin and Miriam being married is unmistakable. The entirety of the ceremony can be seen, and then fades away as Sea and Sky unites with a kiss only to start again as their marriage plays on a loop also until the rising of the sun.
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Gossip CG4: Wed Jan 18 18:59:15 2017 by Merrisol (trivial)
GL-Rebma: murmur known by connected, trace cost 1, expires 25 Jan
Title: Merri's Angels?
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On the day of the Regent's marriage to the Princess of Tir, passed around the watery holes of the Grand Promenade is a mysterious tale of varying detail, though it started out like this:
"Ohh carp, Wedding Alert. They just lost the Best Man."
"The Lord Warden? How? Wait, I can guess this: Something! Went awry! In the Deep!"
"Something did, indeed. Some last-minute adventure. The nerve of some pirates!"
"Privateer now, isn't it?"
"You can never tell with that one. Definitely hiding something."
"Not with those pants. Oh, you mean with all those trips to the dungeons with his lovely lady wife."
"And Princess Miriam. Stop snickering. You'll be jailed for treason or something."
"Nah, the jails are full. I heard they've been reopening cases to figure out who can be Flushed."
"The Royal Flush! That's it, that must be what happened. The Lir knights Flushed him!"
"On the eve of the Regent's wedding? They wouldn't dare."
"All I know is they followed Lord Merrisol to the palace yesterday. And then I hear he had to be dragged outta some pit by three topsider ladies. Lady Maggie, Forgemistress Ruby, and err, not the Princess. The other silverhair... Baroness D'Sorgo."
"Weird names, those topsiders. Weird hair. Red, black, and yellowy? I just can't help staring."
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We're going to have a wedding, a wedding, and the decorations are sublime. Everyone who is anyone is gathered in the palace today wearing all their finery. Martin is standing by the throne and speaking quietly to Dryssana of Morfilod, High Priestess of Lir. The general air of things is controlled excitement though there are a few overzealous guests. Maybe had too much to drink already. From the looks of things its going to be a traditional Rebma ceremony with the bridal parties in their various places. There's probably going to be a lot of ancient remban words and Martin looks like he is being given last minute instructions. It's not like he's attended many Rebman weddings before.
Important people have special spots to stand and sit. Princes/Princesses Dukes, Duchesses and that sort of thing. There's catchy music to listen to, dolphins willing to flirt with just about anyone. At least Martin is there and hasn't run to the other ends of the universe, he's not, after all, his father. There's little trays of drink and food if one can figure out how to use the closed cups. Random is with Vialle and in attendance. Martin looks calm as he waits for his intended.
There is at the least one Royal Princess of Amber in attendance. Her Highness Fiona, Princess of Amber has found her way to her assigned seating, and is settled down, appearing calm and relaxed as well, as she watches the pre-wedding final preparations.
One Dolphin pipes up, "Do y' think it may be a wedding where the lines are really short. Do you? Do you?" He flutteres his tail. The other shakes his head. "Nah, lookit the prissy look on the High Priestess' face!"
The head of House Sorgo makes a splashy entrance, although it's her appearance that does all the talking; and in some aspects, it screams. Her outfit winks with a hundred points of light with every step, until the standing mob mostly cloaks the effect as she takes her place amongst Rebman officials and Golden Circle dignitaries; at which point, it's Raphaela's shiny platinum head with its long sculpted locks that distinguish the Baroness. With those staring clear eyes of hers, she barely smiles for much of the ceremony, though there are some who know and can expect to be struck by the quiet ray of her favor.
Gino snags one of the closed cups, seeming to have little trouble figuring out how it works (profesional drinker) He does watch the dolphin's with some intrest as he kinda floats.
Syeira hangs toward the back, floating about three quarters of the way toward the ceiling a drink in hand. Watching over the assembled seeing everyone getting settled into their places.
Priestess Drysanna Morfilod certainly has that kind of a look on her. She is tall, spindly thin and formidable. She appears to be the kind of woman one does not want to annoy. Over to the side and quietly supporting her nephew is Princess Faiella, the small daughter of Queen Moire who recently took the vows of a Priestess. She is demurely sitting quietly, watching.
Miriam was whisked off earlier, to be dressed, readied for the ceremony, and then brought to the staging area with Maggie before the guests gathered. Like Martin, there's been some last-minute instruction to make certain she understands all the traditions. Also like Martin, there was no running off in a fit of panic. She's pretty calm. Well. She looks pretty calm. Well. Mostly calm. Well. Anyway... As it gets close to time, a message is sent to Martin's sisters to take the places arranged beforehand. Those places, which have been cleared ahead of time? The center of the room rather than the back.
Given a place normally reserved for the closest family of the bride, Princess Florimel is there and gorgeous as always. (with her permission)
High above the throne room, nestled in an alcove, the Royal Musicians have been quietly tuning up. As the time approaches, they turn their talents to serenading the various Houses found in Rebma. As order is important, the Houses are honored thus alphabetically.
Amy looks totally calm. But then, she's married already. And her husband is somewhere around. In fact, she leans up to plant a kiss on his lips, and then she swirls once in a circle, before she swims over to the center of the room, stopping with enough of a swoosh to garner a catcall from one or two of the dolphins in attendance and flirting with everyone. Her smile is somewhat roguish, but she holds her gro- ... erm, spot, looking to her sister, and then waiting for the next steps.
Ruby enters the throne room in the company of Wynter. Offering the lovely Pathian her arm as they move amongst the gathered. Ruby's taken pains to emulate what she considers the norm of Rebma fashion, and that means a little modesty and a lot of jewelery. Sensing things about to commence, she urges her companion to come closer to the front with her to bear witness.
Marlene takes her place by Amy among the bridal party's choreographed locations. Smiles unevenly... murmurs, "You may not believe it, but I always wanted to be in theatre." Winks. She'd applied herself to the problem of Begman modesty in Rebma long since, and seems to have by now come up with a solution, as full cloth-of-salmon-like-skin-skirts seem to negotiate the underwater environment perhaps even helpfully rather than encumberingly, and matched colours as necessary. She's dispensed with shoes, however, and her hair floats relatively free of its usual nest atop her head, save a token knot and ornamental ribbons.
Random stands with Vialle to one side of the throne. As father of the groom, he has a wimsical smile on his lips. After a moment, he looks down at his own wife and slips an arm about her waist to pull her in closer against him. She responds in kind, though her smile is warm and filled with excitement. Imagine, her expression seems to say, little Martin, getting married.
Wynter floats along beside Ruby, with an enchanted look apon her face as she takes in the scene. She's quiet, however and triest to keep some sense of propriety. Still the chance to say hello to a dolphin proves too much as she passes by. Then settles in gracefully when Ruby finds their place.
Once all have taken their places and Drysanna has made sure Martin places the Scepter of Moins on the throne, trumpets call for the ceremony to begin. Her voice carries through the water like a whip. "We welcome to Rebma all that have come on this day but on this day there will be no dearly beloved, no betrothed, and no ancient rhyme of the married. Today there are no dead languages to solemnize vows that are very much alive and will remain so for a lifetime. Today promises become permanent and friends become family." Drysanna looks squarely at Maritn when she mentions the word promises.
"However, this day is not about the words spoken or the rings exchanged, nor is it about grand pronouncements and recessional marches. It is about a beginning, not the end, nor is it about the destiny of worlds though yet remains a grand symbol. It is about the joining of one soul to another that I, Drysanna, High Priestess of Lir can assure you that the Sea welcomes with whole heart and mind. Lord Regent Martin, son of Prince Random of Amber and Grandson of her most Serene Majesty Moire, the Sea's offer as groom."
A russle of interest whispers through the gathered throng. Overall, the whispers are positive though a few of the older set seem unsettled initially.
Fiona is here to witness, quietly. She tilts her head, attentive, but letting her gaze take in the audience as well.
Celeste fidgets and frowns gently. She's come alone, leaving her date at home and she seems more than a bit restless.
Standing beside Martin, but certainly not for the purpose of latching him into a headlock if he starts inching for the doors, is Merrisol, tall, tan, and assured. For much of the waiting, he gazes fixedly at some point far far to the back of the grand chamber, where a mote of reflected light off someone's fabulous bling describes a lulling figure-eight upon the tinted glass wall. But there are some moments when he bends slightly at the waist and murmurs words of encouragement or jest through the golden tousle of Martin's mane, reaching his ear. But then there's that dancing light again, and he contemplates that for another while, until the trumpet call breaks through the control and the stillness within. He blinks slowly and turns his head with the High Priestess's words.
Often, the bridal party arrives from the back of the hall. Today though, Princess Miriam and Maggie arrive in a way perhaps more fitting for the Princess of Tir. Perhaps mostly overlooked as simple decoration, an ornate curtain had been drawn across the very tip of the throne room, far above. As Drysanna offers the groom, it is drawn aside and the bride and her matron start to descend towards Marlene and Amethyst. Miriam glows softly with moonlight, causing the diamonds sewn into her robe to sparkle. Once the two land, they become four. The four continue forward to the throne, to present the Sky's offer of bride.
Gliding down from on high, Maggie follows Miriam. Although she is bespangled as befits a Rebman Princess' matron of honor, Maggie does not outshine the Princess by even one iota. The decent is graceful, measured by moonlight and the faint strains of accompaniment from the orchestra. Meeting with Martin's sisters, Maggie falls into place with her cousins. As they head toward their places, Maggie seeks her own husband, offering Merrisol a warm smile that holds some measure of relief.
As Drysanna speaks, Random turns the High Priestess a slightly baleful glance. Any comment is cut off when Amy and Marlene take their places. They are offered a quiet thumbs up. His attention turns to Miriam as she and Maggie come down the drain... Drapes. Down the drapes. The youngest of the Elder set grins first at Miriam, then at his son. Martin is given a wink and a nod of fatherly approval. Vialle, while not entirely oblivious to her husband's movements keeps her own smile quieter, probably more refined.
Amy catches that thumb's up from her dad, and has to fight to not grin cheekily. She waits for Maggie to join her and Marlene, and then moves forward on cue.
Drysanna continues and smiles politely at Miriam. "Today is about Love. For many years I have watched the Princess Miriam and Lord Martin. They have shown us in all this time their dedication to each other and to Rebma. They have stood by their promises to each other and did not rush into a quick and trivial courtship. Their journey was a long one and it ends today to start a new point in history. It is said that if love is not all, then it is nothing. If love is all, then it is everything. I know from what I have seen the truth of it. These two souls do share an uncommon bond and faith against all odds."
Martin offers his hand to Miriam and turns so that the both of them face the crowd momentarily then return to the throne. The Scepter of Moins being the stand in for Queen Moire.
"Some say that all you have to do is love each other and the universe will provide but that is not reality. There will be pain and hardship. There will be danger. There will be hate and there will be fear and not just of each other. So long as you are both true to yourselves and to each other and to the throne in which you represent, you will prevail." Perhaps she has a heart after all, but that's debatable to some.
Ruby leans towards Wynter to murmer names to go along with faces. There's plenty that are recognizable on sight without the Minosian's help. She gets most of the names correct, probably. Along with each is a small blurt of rep or renown. Fluffed with Rubeh-colour.
Marlene sends Random a discreet wink and similar mirthful looks as she sets about the procedure of gliding out with royal reserve and not-quite-solemnity. Some things run in the family, but she puts something into the 'theatre' part. The next smile is softer, though, as Drysanna speaks. Perhaps other things run in the family, too, as Rebman weddings go.
Fiona's gaze goes over Ruby and her company, moving along to Gino, her sister Flora, several Rebmans in quite outlandish outfits that seem really just par for the course. A dolphin approaches her, and her frigid gaze has him swiftly change course.
Once the bride and her attendants reached the dais, Miriam could not help a smile for Martin before a respectful bow towards Dryanna. As the High Priestess begins to speak, her glow dims a little so that it does not distract from what is being said. She listens to the words, smiling again, and squeezes Martin's hand gently during that brief turn towards those gathered. The more serious words about reality cause her to nod slightly, but her expression says that she's ready for those challenges.
Vialle reaches around Random's waist, in part to hold him close and, perhaps, in part to remind him that they are guests here, still. Random gives his wife a soft kiss on the temple and settles down to listen like a good dad. Vialle looks inordinatly pleased with him and the proceedings.
Wulf perhaps had to park his sea-serpent. Whatever the case, the jotun of kitezh swims in at the very back of the throne room, looking mildly embarassed. He casts eyes about, swimming with strong strokes to try his level best to look like he was there all along, bee-lining straight for Celeste's side.
Standing behind Miriam, Maggie slides to one side after the bride takes the groom's hand. Turning as they do, she stands beside the bride as the Royal couple look out over the crowd. When the High Priestess speaks, Maggie slides another look over toward her husband.
When the couple turn to the audience, the audience murmers in approval. They settle down to whispers and faint russlings or soft comments. Bling is in abundance here, glitter and shine echoing against the walls, the floor, each other. This is a Wedding and weddings require shimmer.
Amy moves out of the way to one side, when the time comes, so that she does not block the view of the couple of the hour. She's calm, serene, but there is still that hint of mischief in her eyes, tamped down and eased off for her brother and his wife-to-be's sake.
Celeste lifts her left hand, the right being a whiteish metal. Her left grasps on Wulf and she raises her gaze and looks RELIEVED to see the Jotun. Finally something more compelling than a room full of dangerously compelling shiny things.
Marlene pivots as well with Amy, just part of the tableau tonight, though there's a slow pan of a gaze among the assembled as she goes, all schooled posture.
Excitement grows in the crowd and there are those who 'apply their bling' or something to advantage. As those surprised shift to see what happened, the gaps created are filled by Rebmans moving forward. While this does move the surprised lookylous back, it is good natured and kind of to be expected.
Zachary arrives without ceremony. He's just here to oggle, maybe to catch a slice of history in the making.
Listening to the recitations of Dryssana, turning with Martin and fading back with the smooth sliding steps of one half-dreaming his way through the instructed routine, Merrisol's expression divulges nothing of his thoughts on the sentimental adages outlined as true descriptions of the betrothed couple and their history. Occasionally, he does blink, and a sharpness lightens his green eyes, whereupon he casts his gaze about for Maggie. Finding her, he watches with intense focus for a moment, then slips away back into his cool reverie.
Celeste listens but her attention remains fixated (safely so) on the Jotun. She steals quick glances at the proceedings before fixating again on Wulf.
Fiona continues to watch, seated decorously, expression serene and thoughts masked behind a cool exterior.
Wulf smiles at Cel, tugging her up in the water to about shoulder height, because that there's easy to do in water. It gives a marginally better view of what's going on and after a smile to her that's softened and warm, he turns eyes back on the proceedings in a contented manner, giving the mandrake general frequent looks. This is all very new and fascinating to him. Oddly austere as well as being splendiferous, also, which seems to bring him to looking puzzledly thoughtful.
"This is a day of celebration. Of love, of commitment." Drysanna might have glanced at Random briefly after that word. "Of friendship." Drysanna looks towards Merrisol. "Of family." Drysanna's eyes fall upon Fiona. Then she turns back to Miriam and Martin, "and of two people who are in it not just for themselves but for the Realms which they protect. The Sea and all the peoples who dwell within." No, Realms wasn't a slip of the tongue. She most likelymeans Tir. "Her blessed Majesty, Moire, Queen of Rebma and the Deep Peoples, Monarch Beneath the Waves granted that her grandson rule in her name." There is no explanation given about where she is or why she is not here but little Princess Faiella does bow her head. Princess Llewella is present, sitting with Princess Faiella but also keeping quiet.
"To this you commit, to each other and to throne in which you will defend until your death. To the people who revere you, love you and support you. To them you make your promise as much as you do to each other." Rings are produced. Oddly simple bands of white gold, a closer look would reveal waves upon them and within each wave crack tiny extremely rare blue pearls. Waves being Moire's symbol. "Martin, Regent, Grandson, Son. Between Realms, vowed to one, tied forever to another. What is your vow?"
Martin straightens and looks to Miriam with a kind smile. He holds out her ring. "To thee, Princess, my light in the darkness, I vow my love. And to thee, my heart to keep and to nurture. To have and to hold. I will always speak the truth and will always do what I have promised." To the throne he looks. "To Rebma, I am already bound. Forever and always and my body and soul will spill blood, suffer and die protecting her. To the land to which I am tied, I can love and protect her as she is our reflection and this can never change but to Rebma, to the Sea, my soul belongs and to you." He smiles warmly at Miriam. "Always and forever. I love thee."
Syeira keeps to the back continuing to watch. Just fading into the backdrop for this special occasion.
Wynter listens to Ruby explain who's who and the backgrounds of each and has to stiffle laughter at least twice. Still she manages to make no noise durring the whole explination and gives Ruby a smile and nod at it's end. She watches the glittering throng and joyful ceremony in composed awe. Captivated by the sharing of oaths heartfelt.
Random winks at the High Priestess as she turns his way, his smile a bit on the wolfish side. Still, he does not interrupt although he does keep his own Rebman wife close. Vialle's expression is warm, showing true happiness. As if she felt the import aimed at her husband, she lifts a small kiss to his cheek. Maybe that included a whisper to behave, for Random's eyes sparkle with more merriment and he keeps his peace.
Fiona's gaze rests thoughtfully on Vialle and Random for a moment or two.
Marlene might be a little misty-eyed with sentiment. Hard to tell when the wedding's in salt water, but she angles a slow glance toward her sister next to her. Otherwise, poise.
After exchanging a glance with Wynter, Ruby focusing back on Martin and Miriam. Taking in the offerings of Sea and Sky and the gravity of the bond being sealed. That produces some fidgeting on her part. Pretty courageous in front of so many. The unity on display for all to witness, has her more thoughtful. A tension in her neck making the tendons stand out in sharper relief. A quick glance to either side of her. The tight clusters of others, soaking in the moment as well. Her chin drops to her chest and she peers up from under her brows. The kraken tattoo on her bare back agitates subtley.
Celeste's slate gaze darts furtively about as Wulf lifts her up by her hand so she floats eye level with him. She notes Random's behavior and looks briefly puzzles before flancing over the bride and groom again.
Amy smiles encouragingly at Marlene when her sister angles that look her way. She's all about the positive vibe right now, relaxed, serious, and totally there for her brother and his betrothed. Never mind that mischievous glint in her eyes - her husband will have to deal with that, if he can.
A dophin gleefully collects bling from a band of young nobles who foolishly bet that Martin would want short and sweet.
A manta fans an elderly Rebman lady off in one corner. She must have paid him to be part of her hat for the event.
Above, strains of 'Nearer My Lir to Thee' accompany Drysanna's part as though she has a sound trak. As the melody takes on a heroic swell for Martin and a delicately beautiful, faintly haunting tone for Miriam, perhaps there is more truth than poetry in that notion.
Miriam continues listening first to the Priestess, and then to her betrothed as she turns towards the man next to her. His words cause her cheeks to flush slightly, and even with milky eyes making her face harder to read it's impossible to miss the affection showing there. Once he is done she needs a moment before trusting her voice. Then, his ring taken into her hand, "My Prince." and clearly, his actual title is entirely irrelevent to her. "My heart was dark, and then I met you and it lightened. I was filled with anger, and with your friendship I found peace. I felt alone, and in your welcome I found a home. I was selfish, but in your love for Rebma found a greater purpose." Quieter then, "Before we met, I could never have imagined being a part of someone else, and now I cannot bear the thought of a life without you and the love you have brought to my life." She eyes linger on him for a moment, then she forces them towards the throne and the scepter sitting there in lieu of the queen. "To Tir I am bound by birth. To Rebma, I am bound by choice and that is perhaps the deeper bond. Upon my soul, I will live and die in her service as much as to Tir-Na Nog'th above."
Broadcast to Amber by Zephyr: A thick fog begins to roll down the silvery stair from Tir onto the stone and then down the mountain towards Amber. At the same time, up from the stone stair to Rebma comes that same thick fog, rolling along the beach towards the other fog. Both will meet in the city, covering Amber with a thick layer of fog that only disperses with the rising of the sun tomorrow morning.
Zachary watches Miriam with her vows intensely, turning eyes all about afterwards. First time in Rebma and what a day to pick, he fiddles with his necklaces, fussily and distracted.
It's unclear where Brice came from, or if he's been here all this time. Perhaps he was blending into the crowd for a while. Whatever the case, he can now be seen with the rest of the gallery. For anyone who would care to notice, he seems unabashedly enraptured with the ceremony and the commitment of love on display. Perhaps he's misty-eyed. Of course being underwater makes it difficult to tell. Even so, his admiration for the event and the couple is evidently on display.
"Their promises to each other and to the throne have been heard and witness by family, friend and guests from above and below." Drysanna lifts her head as she steps back. Martin and Miriam's fingers are now bearing the rings made for them and their hands are clasped together. "At this time, the Realm recognizes their choice, accepts their commitment and looks to the gathered crowd. If there is one here who wishes to contest this union and stand in the way of love let them step forward and the crown will hear their claim. Forever after, the silence will be written in history."
Although there is a general whisper of movement through the crowd it is the sort that happens when people look around to see if anyone will say anything. Anyone? Anything?
Vialle tightens her hold on Random, though the man made no move to say anything. Perhaps she, too, is misty-eyed. He bends to kiss her cheek or to speak softly to her.
Fiona certainly isn't moving. Though she does watch with equanimity.
Amy watches the audience for anyone about to barge in. Better not be!
Wulf gazes upwards at the roof of the throneroom at this, his head on one side and thoughtful, listening to the murmur of the room, the woman at his side and the invisible warp and weft of the loom of fate, shuttling back and forth perhaps.
Maggie glances around from where she stands next to Miriam. Her expression is quiet and peaceful for once. When she finishes her survey of the gathering, she turns to look at her own beloved and her smile softens.
The minstrels in the gallery pause in their melody making, their silence lending weight to the expectant hush.
Miriam does not look at those assembled as they wait to see whether anyone will speak. Her attention is entirely on Martin.
Celeste seems unmoved by the incredibly romantic vows and professions of the bride and groom to one another. Perhaps she is doing the stoic General schtick, or focusing on avoiding the shinies. She fidgets.
Marlene poses serene attention after the very sweet moment, for form's sake, perhaps, slowly panning her eyes over the crowd. Really she may be looking for motions out of place, but of *course* it's no such occasion. Her skirts ripple gently and settle.
High-Priestess Dryssana does go on, but her tone is compelling and strikes each note true, as she pays deepest respects to the absent monarch Merrisol lifts his chin just ever so slightly during, and just that small change casts upon his features a regal sangfroid never before witnessed in him. Throughout Martin's, then Miriam's covenants, the Regent's best man stares at them thus, quite obviously attending each word. A small nod after each only further lofts his bearing, to the point that it might be thought he would soon sneeze and that would explain everything. At last, his chest heaves and with his exhale a serenity returns to his countenance. He regards Dryssana, seems to tilt his head in a prompting gesture for her to please move on. In the next moment, he's smiling at Maggie that way he always does.
"So shall it pass by the grace of Lir." Drysanna's voice is calm and commanding. To Martin she looks. "Do you take this woman as your own and seal the promise of all that you have vowed to her?"
"I do," Martin nods without hesitation.
To Miriam, Drysanna looks. "Do you take this man as your own and seal the promise of all that you have vowed to him?"
Miriam also does not hesitate. "I do." she replies to Drysanna.
Ruby makes like a submerged statue. Ceasing all the squirming or fidgeting up until quite recently. A tattoo might crawl languidly within it's dermal prison, but the woman is immobile next to Wynter.
Celeste's brows knit and her gaze lifts but this time she's not seeing the shinies as she gets that trumpy look.
From next to the throne, Random straightens as Martin vows his life away. Knowing the kid, he means it, too. Vialle has softened a bit as she listens to the Priestess, then to her step-son and newly minted step-daughter-in-law take their vows. She lifts a little to whisper something to Random. A light blooms in his eyes and he glances a smile down to her. Whatever was said both amused and pleased him, judging by his expression.
"So it has come to be that I present to thee, Lord Regent Martin, grandson of her most supreme Majesty Moire, son of Prince Random of Amber. I present to thee him with his bride Princess Miriam of Tir witnessed here under the watch of the moon and the arms of the sea. On this day with Lir's blessing and the power vested in myself I declare Wife." She indicates Miriam "And Man." She indicates Martin. This is Rebma, no matter how much power Martin has, that is how it is done. "From now until death." Which isn't exactly the case, wasn't there a marriage contract? Some people whisper about a marriage contract. Nobody interferes though.
And. Martin kisses Miriam. Very thoroughly.
Use your imagination.
It seems the cue for some kind of signal. Floating quietly in the back, where he can float high enough to see over people's heads without being in anyone's way, Quinlan's sitting on water, in billowy green Pathian silks that catch every stray current. At the moment of the ceremony's conclusion, he flicks a finger. Brilliantly colored, sparkly illusions of minnows, a school of hundreds of them, flow forth from the mageling to swim overhead - dividing, regrouping, looping. The minnows come together into a sparkly bubble of color over Martin and Miriam's heads, which pops in a brief explosion of color before fading.
Quinlan looks almost professionally innocent.
There is not even a little complaint from the bride about Martin's very thorough kiss. Hers is pretty thorough, too.
Maggie turns again to the couple, or nearly. As they speak their vows, she has been watching Merrisol. Curiosity grows in her expression, though when he smiles her way something eases and she returns the look. Then Drysanna continues and Maggie is supposed to look that way. Her attention is caught by the minnows and she refrains from applauding.
Celeste blinks and looks surprised, then a bit pensive as she softly speaks to thin water.
High above, the minstrels begin playing a rock n roll version of some classical Rebman ballroom dance or is it the other way around? For those familiar with Martin's work, the composition is clearly his. It takes on a rollicking, wildly exuberant rhythm, with the tortoise shell drummer just going to /town/.
Celeste looks to Wulf and murmurs softly but not as quietly as she intended to, "You may stay if you like, my heart. I ought to go investigate."
Fiona waits for things to end, a small smile crossing her face, finally, at that kiss. She moves, heading over towards Martin and Miriam, intending to offer her congratulations.
Martin releases Miriam's lips, for now, and lets her straighten up from a full on dip. His Aunt is coming up, after all. He looks a bit dazed but otherwise there's a happy broad grin across his face as he beams around and clasps Miriam's hand. Drysanna steps back and composes herself. One should always be composed.
Wulf shakes his head slightly, looking over the happy scene, then down to Celeste. "Will call Ormsvagr and meet there. There is happiness here, should not be touched by fear." With that, releasing the general's hand, he makes to swim out of the palace.
Some where deep in the crowd, a single dolphin begins cheering that epic kiss. It's ki-ki-ing is soon joined by others and before long applause has broken out in the crowd.
Miriam needs a moment to compose herself as well, after that kiss. She grins at Martin, then finally looks around them. Fiona's approach causes her to try to pull herself a little more together. She remembers something then, and turns to give the High Priestess a heartfelt thanks.
Amy lets out a roar of approval, quite happily cheering as loudly as any of those dolphins.
Maggie darts a glance back to Amy and the crowd. She adds her cheer to the general uproar.
Marlene applauds and smirks to Amy after witnesssing Quinlan's incoming minnows. Sends a little salute that way, then says to Amy, "You know, I really do hope it's not going to be like we're only getting together for weddings and the like, all of us in our various realms to look after." She just smiles about the dolphins. They're just the sort of thing she seems to delght in. Martin gets a little bit of an affirmative sign of some sort when his attention is spared among other merriments.
Fiona politely lets the bride and groom recover from their kiss. She even lets the High Priestess finish, before she settles by her nephew and his new bride. "Congratulations, Martin," she says, a hint of warmth in her voice. "And Miriam. I trust you will do better than Cedric seems to have." There is a hint of amusement, but only a hint.
Aaaaand that is Quinlan's cue to quietly get the hoop out of here and into some normal non-court clothing before someone decides to betroth him to someone.
Martin grins at Fiona, "Thank you, Aunt. Thank you so much for being here. It means a lot to me." He'd like to reach out and hug her but maybe when they are alone. Ah, what the heck. He hugs Fiona if she lets him. Daring do and all.
Miriam smiles at Fiona, and echoes Martin. "Thank you, your Highness." she says. She, however, does not have the daring to try hugging Fiona, though.
Once the crazy music crashes the ceremony, Merrisol is pretty sure he can step out of line. One quick bound, and he is by Maggie's side, collecting her hand and coming in close for an intimate word and a caress of her cheek. After which, he turns and goes over with her to clasp both his newlywedded friends by the shoulders, laughing a glad congratulations. Then each one receives their own embrace in turn.
Fiona lets Martin give her a hug, certainly. She might even return it, though she'd likely deny that if asked. Once released, she moves to take Miriam's hand briefly. "I'll come back to visit later." Much later. As Merrisol and Maggie make their way, Fiona takes her leave.
Random tugs his own wife forward as the kiss ends. He tips a nod to Fiona, then waits a moment while his sister talks to his son. He loved the minnows, believe it and will describe them in detail to Vialle later. Quinlan is seen flitting off and Random grins after the cheeky redhead. Oh, the places you'll go, right?
Vialle is tuged and moves with Random willingly, easily. She does not speak just yet.
Martin waves in Quinlan's direction and grins wider. He lived to tell the tale. No one will ever believe it. Okay. now lets party y/n. or sex y/n. He looks at Miriam. Oh, dad and mum! There will be hugs. And Merrisol is right there so he gets a hug.
Turning as the music crashes into the room turning the solumn event into a party, Maggie takes Merrisol's hand in hers. Tilting her head to receive that quiet word, then the carress, her smile warms quickly as she turns with him to greet their friends. Hugs all around, it seems. Miriam gets a hug from Maggie, but Martin will have to suffer the same fate, just you wait and see. Then Amy and Marlene, if they allow it. Maybe even Random and Vialle. Perhaps.
With the crowd becoming much more mobile and moving like currents within the ocean, Ruby remains by Wynter until the latter can spy an opening through nobles, dignitaries and well-wishers. Ruby escorts her towards the refreshments, but lets her enjoy the thrill of learning the fascinating aspect of drinking undah-da-sea.
Amy flashes a bright smile at her hubby, and gets in line to give hugs to the couple of the day. In the process she gets a hug from Maggie, and that she totally is good with. And she'll give Marlene a hug and Vialle. And Dad. And just about everyone except her husband it seems. Makes one wonder how the Kite king is taking being second fiddle for the moment.
So much attention. Miriam looks from one to the other to the other around her, smiling to the greetings and well-wishes. There are many hugs to those closest, thought she keeps looking towards Martin. When she has a moment, she moves closer, to whisper something to her new husband.
Martin gives Miriam a cheeky nod.
Vialle is more than happy to give Amy and Marlene a hug after Miriam and Martin. She might have given Fiona a hug if given the chance. Who knows? It is a hugging sort of time. Drysanna might even get one from the woman. Unless Random or someone stears her away. Once hugs are given and received, Vialle pulls Random to her and whispers something to him. Random grins and claps his son on the shoulder, "Congratulations, Marty. Y'did good." Vialle has a hold of Random's arm and adds, "Congratulations, both of you. We'll give you your present later, though, okay? There are a lot of people who will want to offer their congratulations."
Marlene smiles there. Suddenly she's the unmarried one, too, officially, though that seems unimportant just now. Hugs are shared around. Says to both Martin and Miriam. "Felicitations to you both!"
Martin hugs vialle tight, "Thanks mom, dad. Yes, later is good."
Marlene does pause a moment as Random and Vialle come up, too, remains jovial, "Daddy, Vialle. It's good to see you well. "
Martin also gives Marlene a hug!
Amy also gets a hug. Everyone who wants one gets a hug!
Martin would lift up Miriam but it's a moot point, they're under water.
Viktor has patiently waited, letting the family do their greetings and hugs, first. Once there is room, he will join his wife to add his own to the newlyweds.
DON'T forget Ruby.
Ruby gets a hug too
Once the hugging has been completed, Random pulls Vialle closer. He bends to whisper something to her. She nods and the two slip off quietly. This clears the room for some dancing. On their way past the snacks table, Ruby and Wynter could well be pulled into a double hug before the Prince and his wife vanish into the depths of the castle.
Hugs done, Amy settles over by her husband, leaning in against him. It works for her at any rate. Those sad dolphins - awww. Well, they're ferocious flirts, but nobody takes them seriously right?
Viktor smiles, and puts his arms around his wife as they watch all the hugging and congratulations.
This might be Wynter's first venture into Rebma, or is just feigning ignorance so Ruby can feel like a knowledgeable guide when offering tips on the ways in sample food and spirits. After imbibing, the two move to the periphery of where folks are going to dance. Ruby's surprised by the offer of a hug, but doesn't reject it or say anything too foolish. Some sort of mumbled greeting she hopes sounds respectful before they're left watching and marvelling.
Merri still has his wife's hand, moving back with her as the dais fills up with people all out for a free hug and grope. He watches for a while, nodding or waving in chance sightings of other friends and acquaintances. After a little while, he exchanges a look with Maggie, perhaps to the tune of 'Who's going to clean up all this gold and silver confetti?', or 'Should we rescue them at some point?', but seriously, more likely one of secret anticipation, before they exercise their option to steal away until the reception kicks off.
Vialle and Random slip away after that hug.
There is no way around all the greeting and hugging, but Miriam keeps glancing towards Martin. Finally, once she's sure all the people that *need* hugs have been hugged, she just takes matters into her own hands. She reaches to take the hand of her new husband and pull him away with her. "If you'll all excuse us? We need to have a conversation." Is that what they're calling it?
Martin follows. That's what they're calling it these days.
Maggie keeps her husband's hand in hers as they slip off the dias to let other well wishers on. As they glide to a stop at one side, Maggie eases her arm about his waist. After a wave or two of her own, she looks up to catch Merrisol's glance. Serendipitously her look could have been choreographed to meet his, for their timing is perfect. She quirks a brow, shifts her gaze and lets him know that now is a wonderful time to slip off until the party kicks off.
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Gossip CG5: Wed Jan 18 22:00:25 2017 by Miriam (public)
AL-Amber: moderate known by connected, trace cost 1, expires 01 Mar
Title: As Below...
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As many gather in the throne room in Rebma on the evening of the full moon, Tir-Na Nog'th appears in the sky above Amber. That in itself might not be unusual, but Tir's appearance has been less certain of late. What is far, far less usual is that as the ceremony begins a thick fog begins to roll down the silvery stair onto the stone and then down the mountain towards Amber. At the same time, up from the stone stair to Rebma comes that same thick fog, rolling along the beach towards the other. Both will meet in the city, covering Amber with a thick layer that only disperses with the rising of the sun the next morning.
More, those in the throne room of Amber, and should there be any in the throne room of Tir-Na Nog'th, will be witness to a ghostly reflection. As below, so above and above in a reversal of Rebma's traditional past to present to future. There is no sound, but the image of Martin and Miriam being married is unmistakable. The entirety of the ceremony can be seen, and then fades away as Sea and Sky unites with a kiss only to start again as their marriage plays on a loop also until the rising of the sun.
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