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Wedding Day: (the dream is ended-this is the morning)

The day is very fine. Something--or Someone--has kept the weather calm and clear, and the blue sky arches over the small congregation by the lakeshore like a cathedral ceiling. Caspian and Lucy had decided, when he asked for her hand, that they would marry outside, by the lake and the forest and with only the blue and gold and green of the air and the water and the trees about them.

There are simple white chairs for the wedding guests, adorned with blue ribbons and tiny pink wild roses, but little else is arranged out on the grass, and the only movement comes from the arriving guests. It seems the bride and groom prefer it that way.

And the odd thing is--it's September.

And yet the air smells sweetly of lilies.

[Millitimed to approximately 3pm this afternoon. There are two subthreads: for the arrival of guests and the ceremony itself. Slowtime is a certainty, all weekend long. Have fun!]

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For arriving and waiting.

He could hardly fail to note the preparations on the shore, and eventually Jack Sparrow had given up his own work for the afternoon in favor of leaning on the rail of the Black Pearl, a bottle of rum perched on a barrel near at hand.

Black eyes are bright with interest and curiosity as he watches events unfold.

It's a perfect day for a wedding. (Well, it could be pouring down rain and windy and miserable, and it would still be the perfect day for this wedding.)

Amy has never been the sister of the groom before.

She sits, in red and silver, hair bound back in a circlet of gold and amber, hands in her lap, smile wrinkling up her turned up nose.

Ennis is looking...

well, he cleans up nice. But that can't hide the embarrassed, out of place look that insists on sticking to his face.

Nearby, Jack's leaning forward, watching the arrivals and the guests with interest, fidgeting without his usual cigarette, but when he looks up again, all the restlessness drops away in surprise.

Is that a lion up there?

Ennis' got a cigarette, though he's got the good grace not to light it at the wedding. He's fidgeting anyway, though, and looks over at Jack, nervous.

Religion and fuckin' talking animals?

Rilian is in black, as always, but there is no mistaking the joy and pride on his face.

(Although there's a little bit of "this is really very odd" there as well, because his father is marrying Lucy the Valiant, wtf.)

Last night found Tirian a) in blue jeans and b) somewhat inebriated.

Today finds him remarkably non-hungover (or perhaps its not so remarkable; Narnians often consult with Bacchus, after all, so by Tirian's time they likely have more than one secret for dealing with hangovers), and in considerably more formal dress.

He may be blushing faintly as he casts a look in Susan's direction, but otherwise, he's smiling calmly as he waits for the ceremony to begin.

Susan is attending to Lucy's every need, no matter how small, so she hasn't much time to notice the rest of the guests.

Except perhaps for one.

Alanna has attended her fair share of weddings at the end of the universe, and for many of them, she lurked in the back, occasionally fighting an uncomfortable feeling that made her feet itch.

Not today.

She takes a seat very near the front, straightening her dark green skirts about her legs and looking over her shoulder every few minutes with a smile, hoping for a glance of Adam, excited to see Lucy and Caspian wed.

Her smile isn't going anywhere anytime soon.

After last night there is no longer any doubt in her mind that Aravis is here at this ceremony not only because, as someone from the same world as the couple, she ought to be, but because she is a friend and therefore she absolutely must be.

She's still carrying herself as a dignitary, though. A broadly smiling one with eyes that sparkle with joy for the couple, but a dignitary nonetheless.

Indy's in Marrakesh. Jayne's on Serenity. Lilly had to find a date somewhere, and Cooper was just standing there like he didn't have anything else to do, so.

There was a moment of "Hi Cooper! I haven't seen you in ages, but now that i have you're my date to Lucy's wedding. Good thing you generally wear a suit. It's right out back, and don't worry. I'll sign your name to the card" before she linked her arm through his and headed towards the lake.

Lilly and Cooper have arrived.

Cooper is blinking.

"I seem to be developing a habit of crashing weddings."

"It's a good habit," Lilly says approvingly. "Happy people and booze, generally, so no one cares if you crash."

She pats his arm reassuringly.

"You're good either way at this one, though. After all, you're my date."

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The House of Arch family is there, as they often are for weddings. Today is a besutiful day for one, and Ingress is spinning to fluff out the skirt of her new dress as she waits to see what pretty dress Lucy will be wearing.

Gavroche is wearing his red and gold vest, grinning as he waits for the ceremony to start.

Ingress whispers, "I bet they'll have really good cake."

Edmund's there.

He's trying to catch sight of the bride or groom, and giving quick cordial smiles to everyone who catches his eye, and (not quite consciously) trying to avoid letting anyone catch his eye for very long. He spends some time studying the sky; it's a lovely, clear day. A perfect day.

And the decorations are perfect -- the rosebuds tied to the chairs make his fingers itch for a sketchpad. And -- oh.

Oh.

Aslan is so much bigger than he remembers.

"Edmund!" Peter appears from inside; he has to take his place momentarily, but for now he crosses to the edge of the party to greet his brother.

"It is damn' good to see you again, old man. I'm sorry it's been so ghastly long, I've rather been an ass about things." Peter's overall mood today can be described as ebullient, but there's a shift into sincere sobriety with the apology. "I've really no excuse for falling out of touch. How have you been, Ed?"

"Hullo, Peter."

Edmund grins at his brother.

"Oh, fine. A bit out of touch myself, I'm afraid." And he doesn't want to talk any more about that, so he turns a little to survey the crowd and the green lawn, and finds that the smile on his face doesn't take quite so much attention to maintain now. "What a marvelous day it is."

He doesn't only mean the weather.

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Susan looks up to see Edmund arrive. She grins with relief and waves.

Edmund lifts a hand in answer, smiling back.

He's irritated by the relief on her face; he's irritated more by the knowledge that maybe she has justification for relief, even if he doesn't actually acknowledge that fact. But it's Lucy and Caspian's wedding, and there's a crowd around them, and even if he's not been much of a king lately there are things one never forgets, and so his smile doesn't falter.

It's really what it's all about, isn't it?

The robes Caspian had chosen for today--fresh blue with golden threads glittering among the fabric--fall in folds from his shoulders as he makes his way towards the open grass before the gathered guests, and Peter, standing at the end of the chairs, turns to follow him. Together they walk silently, and their faces are set in a joyful solemnity, and the gold that gleams on Caspian's brow comes not only from his fair hair catching the light of the autumn sun. There is very little of the boy about him now, and it is not so hard to remember that Caspian had been a King, under the Lion, when he turns, tall and with shoulders straight, to face his friends and await the arrival of his bride.

And the joy which illuminates his face glows even more brightly than the gold in his hair or the sun glancing off the water nearby.

Mary's face is intent, as she carefully throws her flowers, and makes her way towards the seat saved for her, and Susan follows. (For all the queen may have a headache, she looks radiant and peaceful).

After Susan come the twins, each with a ring on a pillow on their backs, each with a garland looped several times around their necks. They look up at The Him when they stop at his feet.

MAMA SAYS WE CANNOT SET YOU ON FIRE NOW.

DO NOT GET USED TO IT.

And then...

And then it's Lucy's turn, and her grip is rather tight on Adam as she takes a breath and looks over at him. "Ready?"