An Unfamiliar City, A Familiar Embrace
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She swayed gently with a glass of wine, the sunshine filtering through the canopy and making her feel warm and happy as the strings continued along with their gentle music meant to keep people happy while the ceremony was happening a little ways over, the fact she had to be left, hadn't bothered her at all -- she didn't know Megara and Nairn, and was there more for Ruth, so she had no feelings one way or the other by not being invited back, her mind was busier watching people mingle and chat, and the fact she was getting to wear her newly made dress to a nice place first.

She had wanted this dress to be something she had kept back to wear on a date with Colt, but she knew she needed to be dressed at least semi-nicely for the wedding, she didn't want to be an embarrassment for Ruth to his friends and probably the best family he had, so the robin's egg blue draped her in a way that covered all of her, and still gave hints of her figure beneath. She had made sure to put several panels in it, so that she could grow with the dress in the future, the thought had been, while she had been hand-sewing the dress, that if she were to have a family, she'd need the dress to be forgiving about the middle, so, she hadn't exactly noticed the crush of people about her, until they were too much for her suddenly, her breath catching as she was in a flood of faces she didn't know and she while she wasn't there as "entertainment", so there would be no grabbing hands, no flip of her skirt and a rough push, it wasn't far behind the initial panic, before there he was.

Arms open, with that cool swagger that made everything fade out from around her as she sank into Colt's hold, her cheek coming to rest over his heart, pointed ear pressed to where she could hear his heart beat, her comfort in the pressing tide of sights and sounds. Of course, Megara is the bride and she should absolutely be the best dressed lady here today, I will always gladly take second to a bride.

The quip was effortless, even as her cheeks went red from the compliment, the flush spreading back through her ears and down her chest. Of course he would tell her she looked like a goddess, and of course he would be dressed in a suit that she absolutely would not reserve later for dreams and peeling it off him piece by piece. I wasn't sure if you'd be here or not, but I saw my bard friend in the crowd too. Not too many people I know have the same silver hair. You're all working aren't you?

@Colton Young


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RE: An Unfamiliar City, A Familiar Embrace - by Wilhelmina - 11-11-2024, 05:40 PM