Seizing the Moment... Finally

The day had been long in the making and while Bride and Groom came together in a small clearing, there were only a few to witness the intimate ceremony. Under the ancient, towering canopy of the elvhen forest, sunlight filtered through the turning foliage of the hidden glave within a warded boundary. The ground was carpeted with a thick layer of emerald moss, broken up with patches of colourful flowers while ferns and small shrubs lined the edges.

An archway, formed by intertwining branches of the ancient native trees, stood at the centre, branches adorned with blossoms of every hue. Ivy vines snaked their way over the bark, adding to the wild elegance. Haulean kept the rings, standing beside Nairn at the altar while in a last minute switch, Megara changed her mind on something, pulling Ruth and Dora aside before the beginning.

You’re doing it, she decided, voice hushed but firm. Taking the flowers from Ruth and handing them to Dora. You’re now Flower Girl. Fixing a stray hair back, Meg then hooked her arm through Ruth’s while peering through the gaps in the screen separating her from the short walk to Nairn..

“Um… what are you doing, I’m not… have you got cold feet, seriously? Seriously?

Of course not you idiot! Just. Dora, on you go, we’ll be right behind you. Dumbfounded and speechless, Ruth tried to stammer an excuse. He was the flower girl, he wasn’t… Father material as the bride’s cue in the music began.

You got us this far, makes sense you walk me the rest of it. To him.

“...I hate you both. Gonna ruin my image as an unfeeling bastard... In front of Dora too.”

~sometime later~~

“Introducing for the first time, Mr and Mrs Neirdre!”

Her hand clutched tightly around his, Megara strode out alongside her new husband with the widest smile. Husband, Life-Mate, her heart had almost burst tying the knot of two after a decade of waiting. The party was already in swing, promptly informed when the happy couple were due to arrive and the two’s close friends, their family, and colleagues welcomed them with some hearty cheer and toasting of glasses. There’d come the time for speeches, but the couple stood a moment, lingering on the fringes of the party surrounding the great hearth to steady themselves.

Meg leaned into Nairn, the leaf adornments of her dress crinkling against his fine robe as she whispered to him. Just squeeze my hand a few times if it gets too much. I had Danny set up a quiet room behind the stage so you can escape for a bit. The day belonged to them both, and even she’d need a break from the overwhelming attention in time. Before arriving Meg had reassured him further by tying his new scarf around the bottom half of his face. Her token to him since the first now found itself around the neck of a halla stuffy, too little fabric to reach around the man’s own.

Which direction are we going then my love? Left, right or down the middle towards the buffet? And no it’s not that I’m hungry… I am more thirsty, but one beer and I’ll be unseemly and that’s tacky for a bride before the first dance.

TLDR:
Megara and Nairn Marry in a private ceremony within Arlathan’s forest.
Attendee’s to the Ceremony include: Ruth, Dora, Haulean ONLY
Attendee’s to the Party at the Vhenadahl: Open to all Coterie and invited Arlathan residents.
@Nairn - is next
Megara's Dress - Dress Link
Tagging folks involved:
@Danny or Kellam LOL @Haulean Oruven @Theodora Oridotti and Mina