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milliways_bar2005-12-16 09:24 am
Post-Wedding Party
The wedding is done! Nobody died!
Not even the groom, for the whole dirt-in-the-hair thing. So.
Party on.
Not even the groom, for the whole dirt-in-the-hair thing. So.
Party on.

Toasts
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He makes the gender clear. Just in case.
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"Of course, Random."
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"Come on, love. Not passing this up."
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'I can't believe you're making me do this.' He lets himself get
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"As long as you don't rip my dress..."
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At some point, Archie and Svava will very likely spend most of the evening slow dancing to whatever music is playing, but at the moment, Archie makes his way over to the happy couple and sweeps a low bow.
"Might I beg a brief dance from the radiant bride?"
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"Of course, Archie."
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Though he's not doing a bad job in a room full of people. It's the charm of Milliways.
So snickering inwardly, the wolf presses his muzzle against the sailor's back and lets out a soft growl.
What a bastard.
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He says with grave honesty, reaching for her hand and waist with a grin. Arithon isn't a decent dancer.
He's a great dancer. He can dance with Alanna and not trip over her feet, or let her do the same.
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"It's a book to share thoughts, emotions and such to eachother. Kind of like a shared journal of sorts. It's one of those things that if you feel you can't say it, write it down and the other responds in kind. Or if there's a memory you want to share and keep."
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"Grazia, Raven. Thank you."
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He grins at the girl, and gives her a hug. Because its a good icon.
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And people here? Have good jumping reflexes.
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"Here's your present! I helped pick out the glasses."
Then she realizes she's told what's in the gift.
"Oops."
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*Alanna lugs over a large package and drops it on a table. Inside are two fur-lined green cloaks and a tapestry. Among other things, the tapestry depicts a couple -the man with black hair, the woman with blond- standing on castle battlements, looking out to sea.*
But know also that you have a standing invitation to visit Tortall whenever you wish. King Jonathan would be honored by your presence, as would I. Congratulations, my friends. May the Goddess bless you both.
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Liz Imbrie managed to miss the wedding, and is cursing the name of Mr. Sidney Kidd fluently as she ducks in. She's dressed for work, and is clearly in a rush, but manages to weave her way through the collected party to where Arithon and Bianca are standing.
"Congratulations, Arithon." She brushes a kiss lightly across Bianca's cheek, and holds out a (fairly-large) oilcloth-covered parcel (http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d53/watersword/Milliways/Biancaportrait.jpg) with a note (http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d53/watersword/Milliways/Arithon-Biancaweddingletter.jpg) tacked to it.
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