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WHO: Gwenaƫlle Baudin, Thranduil, assorted guests.
WHAT: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
WHEN: Haring 30th / Wintermarch 1st
WHERE: The de Coucy residence, Hightown.
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WHAT: It's a nice day for a white wedding.
WHEN: Haring 30th / Wintermarch 1st
WHERE: The de Coucy residence, Hightown.
NOTES: The OOC post. Your character wasn't in the chapel unless you play Romain, Coupe or Legolas. Post co-authored with
rowancrowned. Questions section of the OOC post still open! This is a mingle log; top level, tag amongst yourselves, hit us up if you have particular needs or desires. 
Despite the events of the previous month, the winter's afternoon wedding of GwenaĆ«lle Baudin and Provost Thranduil proceeds as plannedāor at least, close enough that any last minute discrepancies are invisible to the eye of oblivious guests (and indeed the bride, having taken approximately zero interest in the planning). In the ongoing absence of a suitable Chantry, the ceremony itself takes place in the modest chapel within the home to a select few witnesses hand-selectedāchosen mainly to avoid any untoward rumours that it might not have been done properly, including the acting Viscount, the Gallows Forces commander, and a handful of others whose stature within Kirkwall lends them the sort of credibility this wedding is in dire need of being lent.
With the ballroom ripped out and redesigned for another purpose, the estate doesnāt possess the space to host the number of guests invited to the post-ceremony fete, instead making use of the courtyard in its center. Guests are shepherded there, and are not entirely left out of the wedding itself when they are joined by the happy couple to publicly sign the legal documents some who've not previously attended weddings between people with money may never have seen before. To ward off the midwinter coldāto varying degrees of success, based on oneās proximity to themābraziers have been set up at intervals throughout the garden everywhere but the space cleared for those moved to dance, and servants in de Coucy colors bring round trays of small, hot food and enough drinks to stave off the worst of the chill.
The decorations betray the groomās tastes over the bride's. Holly and juniper and other such evergreens make up the majority of the arrangements, bright red berries a better ornament than the inexcusable expense of hothouse flowers. There is the underlying reminder that both halves of the couple are Inquisition members, in the smart dress uniforms that half the guests wear as they mingle with the better part of Kirkwall society.
This is a pageant, the diplomatic arm of the Inquisition flexing the agreement made with the Rifters and also the normalcy it seeks to restore. But it is a pretty pageant, and an easy excuse to wear something stunning and dance and eat food purchased with Orlesian coināand, perhaps, to enquire about making a donation to the Inquisition in support.
With the ballroom ripped out and redesigned for another purpose, the estate doesnāt possess the space to host the number of guests invited to the post-ceremony fete, instead making use of the courtyard in its center. Guests are shepherded there, and are not entirely left out of the wedding itself when they are joined by the happy couple to publicly sign the legal documents some who've not previously attended weddings between people with money may never have seen before. To ward off the midwinter coldāto varying degrees of success, based on oneās proximity to themābraziers have been set up at intervals throughout the garden everywhere but the space cleared for those moved to dance, and servants in de Coucy colors bring round trays of small, hot food and enough drinks to stave off the worst of the chill.
The decorations betray the groomās tastes over the bride's. Holly and juniper and other such evergreens make up the majority of the arrangements, bright red berries a better ornament than the inexcusable expense of hothouse flowers. There is the underlying reminder that both halves of the couple are Inquisition members, in the smart dress uniforms that half the guests wear as they mingle with the better part of Kirkwall society.
This is a pageant, the diplomatic arm of the Inquisition flexing the agreement made with the Rifters and also the normalcy it seeks to restore. But it is a pretty pageant, and an easy excuse to wear something stunning and dance and eat food purchased with Orlesian coināand, perhaps, to enquire about making a donation to the Inquisition in support.
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Sure, this was a wedding between an elf and an elf-blooded woman, but still. They had listened. That, in Merrill's opinion, was something most Orlesians (and humans in general, really) sorely needed to learn to do more. The fact that her presence on Alexandrie's arm was like a dare and a knife all at once, for some? All the better, for both of their purposes.
Her pleased flush in response to Alexandrie's compliment is easily written away as the chill in the air and the shimmer of the dust along her inked cheeks. She smiles in response, ducking her head demurely for a moment. "Thank you. You look gorgeous as well, of course." And anyone whispering about them will- well, be giving them exactly what they want.
"We should," she smiles, lifting her head up, glancing around the courtyard. "Though I'm sure everyone is, so it shouldn't be a problem if we get a bit sidetracked on our way."