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[heirring]

WHO: Lexie, Adrasteia, Wysteria
WHAT: Wedding planning
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Hightown, Kirkwall
NOTES: n/a

[The light in the music room of the Asgard Estate is particularly lovely at this time in the afternoon, and there are only so many hours in the day in which someone can be expected to entertain around something so pedestrian as a table, so today a great assortment of pretty little cakes and the excellent bottle of wine fetched up from the cellar has been posted on the sideboard so as not to be in the way should--in the excitement of wedding planning--anyone feel compelled to flop across a settee or the pianoforte bench they might do so comfortably without first removing themselves from the party planning committee around a tea table.

Wysteria is, in fact, seated at the keys of the pianoforte and finds herself in such a good humor that she's taken up plunking away at the keys despite having no playing skill whatsoever. A glass of wine is balanced on the instrument top, and they have only just turned away from loudly gossiping about the recent visit of Sensechal Bran Cavin ("I imagined him taller somehow.") and Guard Captain Hendyr ("How fantastic that a woman runs the city guard! I'd no idea!") to the Gallows toward more pressing subjects:]

In any case, as I told Adrasteia I shouldn't wish to be too particular about any detail. It is all rather short notice. But it would be very charming not to have to sit on the ground, so perhaps it might be arranged to rob the Gallows dining hall of a few tables of its tables and benches.

Comments

[coquettish_trees]

[ A little cloud flits across the sky of Alexandrie's bright expression, and the healthy wine glass is rather markedly treated to a healthy drink. By the time she's lowered the glass again the cloud is gone, and she's raising her eyebrow with a wryly amused smile. ]

If there have only been the three weddings here, then stabbing being involved is in fact typical.

And your wedding, Warden? Knives or none?

[kantikoy]

[ Adrasteia blinks rapidly; she may never get over Wysteria's ability to say things that might be otherwise upsetting so... directly and without any obliqueness at all. The Ambassador was stabbed on his wedding day? She wrinkles her nose for a moment before setting it aside. ]

I was married before I was a Warden. [ She smiles a little sadly, and then shakes her head. ] No knives. A bribery, but no knives.

[heirring]

[There is subtext there which might, were they to linger over it, be rather upsetting. And so Wysteria refuses to do so, veering naturally instead toward:]

Bribery! [Her exclamation is all delight. How scandalous!] You must tell us every detail, Warden! I have never heard of such a thing; have you, Alexandrie?

[coquettish_trees]

[ Alexandrie had heard of a great number of things in the course of her tenure at court, bribery among them, but as it is far more fun to match Wysteria's excitement than it is to recall any of the less savoury stories she has, she raises her eyebrows with great interest at Adrasteia and moves from her position at the piano to take a closer chair for the story that will presumably unfold. ]

Do tell! Is it romantic bribery, or villainous?

[kantikoy]

There aren't very many details, I'm afraid. It was very simple, all told.

[ Adrasteia smiles at the memory, folding her hands on top of her clipboard. ]

Something you may not know, Wysteria, is that alienage elves aren't to be married in a Chantry, but instead in a large group wedding that happens every year on Summerday. Summerday was still some time away, and so Helec bribed a Chantry sister to let us in to exchange our vows and rings that evening. It was very small, there were no witnesses save us, but it... it mattered. Quite the gesture, really, but Helec was good in that way. Always making gestures when he could.