Afrit and Nepenthe get mawwied

Nepenthe

This was so fun and wonderful. I'll never be able to adequately express my gratitude for Mysrai and Tonatiuh for the planning they put in to the ceremony and designs, or Crumkane for the surprise cake from Tantus, or Afrit for just being an antidote to one of the worst year this planet has seen in my lifetime. Thank you thank you thank you all. I tried to clean this up, condense some of the general emoting, moved a few lines around to make the flow more clear, and cut out all clan chatter and beast ambients.

20 Kiani, 567 C.E.

Balmy gardens of palm and orange.

Throughout the location, small dancing flames flicker and spark. Thriving with lush growth, this tucked-away garden is an exotic presence compared to the usual sand and stone of the mountain. While tiny, the garden flourishes with several blossoming trees, leaning and swaying to and fro beneath the generous weight of many bright, ripe oranges. Dappled amidst the fruits are clusters of pale, flowering blossoms, releasing their invigorating fragrance along the balmy breeze. Spiralling paths of light-hued rock trail amidst the gardens, sprouting intermittently with plants of green palm; caught beneath one smooth stone, a wrinkled sheet of parchment flutters helplessly in the wind. In the shape of an open palm, a metallic sigil lies here. A looming mountain of soft textured fabrics, an enormous stuffed dragon sits here with a dopey grin. A gilded cart rests here, a tall crimson curtain edged in gold obscuring that which it carries. Tantus Stickypaw stands here, dapper in a suit of ombre blue hues. A selcouth sand djinn languidly levitates in mid air, liquid gold pouring from his eyes while incandescent sparks trace chaotic orbits around his floating form. A black phoenix perches here, his fiery plumage illuminating the area with black fire. Wreathed in skittering indigo sparks, a viridescent wyvern unfurls diaphanous wings of sun-drenched gossamer here, green eyes alight with a quiet intellect. Surrounded by an aura of brilliant hues and searing heat, Ankaa perches here on one leg. A fiery blue phoenix perches here, her fiery plumage illuminating the area with golden fire. Wreathed in blazing streaks of sunlit fire, a dusky mauve wyvern unfurls nebulous wings of coiling white smoke here, bright eyes shining a smoky pearl. Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands is here. He wields an iridescent mandolin of white-hot flame in his left hand. Rekath Ryseni stands here amidst a cloud of deathly cold mist. He wields a mystic cudgel in his left hand and Gauntlets of Whispers in his right hand. Revelrous Khnemu is here. He wields a dark ember butterfly nunchaku limned in scarlet fire in his right hand. Jolanthe Myeras is here. She wields a golden sickle in her left hand and a floral parasol of pink and lavender silks in her right hand. Unbroken Lief Myeras-Silvermoon stands here in a faint breeze of rustling leaves and birdsong. Manifold eyes, limbs, and mouths in constant motion, a hulking golem of twisted flesh looms here. Lord Zitto Shevat, a Servant Renewed drifts here, vibrant blossoms surging out of the ground around him. He wields an airy cloud cake dusted with sugar-snow in his left hand. Eritheyl Ryseni is here, an ambrosial aura of hunger and indulgence radiating in waves about them. A lithe, ebon veiled dancer wreathed in black stars poises gracefully here. Playing a spirited song on a wooden pan flute, an alluring sileni frolics here. Millien Myeras is here. Revelrous Chundae Lunarose is here. A voidcopper-chapleted hierophant chants quietly here, thick plumes of smoke rising languorously from the strands of resinous incense bundles that sway hypnotically from his wrists. Elysian is here, flailing about helplessly. He wields a violin of clockwork delirium in his left hand. Tikki is here. He wields a starry bird of paradise lute in his left hand and a mechanical parasol in his right hand. A fire elemental burns here, riotous red flames twisting in chaotic patterns.

You see a single exit leading in (open door).

Nepenthe:

Smartly attired and proudly stanced, this spindly creature practically vibrates with excitement, his narrow frame an inadequate vessel for the effervescent enthusiasm that marks his every movement. A cursory glance reveals that he is a ferocious loboshigaru, but little in his demeanor or stature suggests any degree of ferocity. His bright white teeth, the only hint of sharpness in his sweet mien, are often bared in an exuberant smile, or flash behind dark lips with every easy laugh. His canine face bears a dark mask of black fur over his muzzle and bright brown eyes, which darts in a thin band between two oversized, saucer-shaped ears that train on any sound or voice that interests him. His custom-fitted suit conceals most of his pelt, leaving exposed only the mottled earthen shades of his scalp and the pristine white fur of his black-padded, blunt-clawed forepaws and bare digitigrade feet. The charcoal jacket, peach-hued vest, and thin black shirt accentuate his natural coloring and flatter his waifish form, although despite the garment's perfect fit, an unusual mass in the seat of his trousers suggests his tailor neglected to include an aperture to accommodate his tail. Nevertheless, the loboshigaru appears helpless to keep the thing still.

He is wearing:

a stylish wedding suit of tourmaline charm, the trousers of which bulge awkwardly around his bunched-up tail,

a rose gold hoop adorned with black opal through his right ear,

a ruby butterfly necklace flecked with gold worn proudly around his neck, and

a band of the revellers on his right index finger.

Afrit:

A study in gluttony, he is a fierce rapscallion dracnari demigod of tremendous proportions, reaching nearly three metres in height. Scales of deep burgundy stretch over his body, round with pointed tips. A starburst of pristine white scales splashes across his face, traced with cobalt along the border of each scale. A set of sweeping grey horns crown his head, curving backwards before rising to a short peak. Chains of rose gold have been strung in between them, providing a dramatic flair. Grey eyes flecked with gold stare outward, appearing sharp and focused. A large jaw full of well-maintained teeth and a broad snout rounds out the rest of his thick skull. Though muscular, his arms are nonetheless further burdened by a gratuitous layer of fat, with hands ending in short grey claws. The same white-blue scales as before adorn his wine-hued forearms in curving figures. His chest is broad and his belly is immense, a testament to his all-consuming vice in its massive sway. A huge tail drags on the ground behind him, heavy and sanguine, complete with a black feathery fringe running down its length. Powerfully built legs allow the dracnari to stand without great effort, yet there is nonetheless a slight wobble to his gut with every movement the man makes. A chaos butterfly is resting on his shoulder. He walks with the truefavour of Orael the Anomaly. Scarlet hieroglyphs dance along his cheekbones and swirl towards his temples, filling the area about his head with the clear indication of Mysrai, the Scarlet Courtesan's truefavour.

He is wearing:

a tiny onyx lizard pendant with ruby eyes

a heavy rose gold bracelet inset with garnets worn fashionably on his tail

a glowing gold tongue stud

a compass ring of tessellated crystal

the Golden Belt of the Enlightened displayed proudly on his prodigious waistline

an astrologer's ring

a massive wedding suit with amethyst accents tailored handsomely upon his broad form.

You smile impishly and say, "All right, let's get this thing started."

Soothsayer Tonatiuh al-Saaoud says, "Alright everyone... let's shift and make some room, the celebrant is arriving shortly!"

Golden sand swirls through the air overhead, visible and glowing with power as it shifts between the volcanic ash to begin coalescing into a vortex over the gardens.

Tonatiuh prods a few guests with the tip of his oracle staff, shuffling them out of the way.

Utterly entranced, Tantus Stickypaw emits a long "Ooooh."

Eritheyl stares upwards, frowning a bit.

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands looks thoughtful and says, "Hmmh."

Lief finds Zitto's side and touches his arm lightly, her eyes turning up toward the vortex.

Nepenthe clings tightly to Afrit's paw, watching the swirling vortex with wonder.

The striking, citrusy scent of oranges is met with the pleasant and tantalising odour of honey as a pillar of sand strikes down towards the gardens.

A pillar of golden sand strikes the ground, swirling in the same manner as the vortex above before fading away to reveal an enormous tae'dae with black and gold fur standing there.

Aschwar:

Radiant gold and inky black compete for prominence in the thick fur that covers this enormous tae'dae's body, the well-groomed hair shifting like fields of wheat and clouds through the night sky with each movement. Despite their thick limbs and eleven-and-a-half feet of height, an aura of well-being and contentment radiates off of their body, only enhanced by the gentle smile that is nearly always present on their muzzle. Glittering mis-matched eyes, one brown and one green, stare with a gentle warmth at the world around them, only inches below a pair of fuzzy ears with several notches missing from them. A brilliant red hieroglyph crackles in the centre of their forehead, flaring occasionally with small tendrils of red lightning. They are nicely dressed in a comfortable pair of deep grey trousers, held up by a burgundy belt of leather, and a three-layered tunic of bright red-violet cloth that fits them nearly perfectly. A hooded coat of striking vermillion hues hangs atop this, flower petals hand-sewn across its embroidery and circling the black star easily visible on their back. Light tan, a pair of strap boots are a stark contrast to their fur and have been decorated with little, hand-drawn moths.

Elysian acks, before dragging Eritheyl over to the side with the others.

Lenara beams broadly.

Eritheyl shuffles over to Elysian and shyly takes his hand in their own.

Mboagn gives a short gasp of elation to Aschwar.

"Oooooooooh!" Elysian says, eyes wide with wonder.

Tonatiuh beams broadly at Aschwar.

"Hey!" you greet Aschwar warmly.

Lief beams broadly at Aschwar.

Alary claps their hands together merrily.

Elysian bows respectfully to Aschwar.

Eritheyl inclines their head politely to Aschwar.

Aschwar beams broadly.

Kihr inclines his head politely to Aschwar.

Enthusiastically, Unbroken Lief Myeras-Silvermoon says to Aschwar, "Dear friend Aschwar!"

Afrit offers Aschwar a short bow.

Chundae chitters happily and climbs upon a branch of one of the many fruit trees, as to not be underfoot.

You tell Aschwar, "Thank you so much for doing this! I'm just going to follow your lead, but just so you know, I'm planning to sing my vows."

Aschwar's smile softens and they raise a paw to wave at everyone in attendance, looking down at all the adventurers and giving a small blink of surprise when they notice Tantus Stickypaw. "It is very nicely to see everyone."

Aschwar tells you, "Do not worry! Just listen for my cues, and you will know when to do everything!"

Quietly, their voice only for the engaged, Aschwar says, "Do you both have your fruit?"

Afrit nods his head at Aschwar.

You grin and nod at Aschwar.

Tonatiuh rubs some extra golden powder into his face with vigour, blinking several times.

Aschwar claps their paws together merrily, and they look around before saying, "Thank you everyone for coming. I am sorry if I am not the fastest, or the goodest, but this is my first time doing a wedding! I am going to do the same that I used to see my grandma do back at home, so it will be a very traditional one."

Tonatiuh clicks his golden claws together with anticipation.

Lief clasps her hands over her kimono's lap again, her eyes bright as she watches the gathering, and then Aschwar, you, and Afrit in particular.

Aschwar takes a few steps closer towards the trees, rubbing the back of their neck sheepishly as they instruct, "So please, everyone, gather around."

The seat of Nepenthe's trousers undulates unsettlingly as his trapped tail attempts to wag.

Khnemu hides a grin behind his hand.

Tonatiuh moves a step closer to Aschwar and his indigo fur radiates warmth and flame-kissed iridescence.

Khnemu weaves through the crowd to find a spot he can see from.

Lief's hand finds Zitto's arm, lightly attempting to tug him closer to the gathering with her.

Afrit snorts amusedly, before trying to pass it off as a cough.

Eritheyl shuffles along with the rest of the crowd, blithely tugging Elysian along.

Aschwar closes their eyes and bows their head, giving you all a few moments to gather as they collect their thoughts.

Still gripping Afrit's paw, Nepenthe nods and steps in towards Aschwar as instructed.

Elysian folds his wings in behind him as tight as he can so as to not bump anyone when the crowd begins to gather near. Spotting Khnemu, he lifts the small jackalkin, helping him sit on top of his shoulders.

Nepenthe

Taking a deep breath that gives them an air of restful serenity, Aschwar raises their face at last and opens eyes that glow with an almost childlike sense of wonder and affection as they gaze between you and Afrit. "Union."

Zitto allows Lief to lead him closer to the gathering, though his anxious expression is not diminished in the slightest.

Lenara tilts her head and listens intently.

Jolanthe waits for the crowd to close in before furtively drawing in along the outer perimeter.

Alary leans forward, bracing their large head upon Ankaa, the Incandescent's head so that they can better watch the proceedings.

"When we come together, there can be many reasons," Aschwar says quietly, waving their paws forward towards the sky as they speak, "For some, it is for no other reason than to procreate. To create new life, and offer new fodder to the Hunger That Awaits." Crossing their arms over their chest, they continue as though it were the most normal thing in the world to say, "Others are bound in service to the Empire, and offer children for a debt that must be repaid, protection from the Great Mother, Sated May She Slumber."

Afrit clears his throat, before looking up at Aschwar - something that Afrit seems clearly not used to doing. His brow furrows as Aschwar goes on, but he nods politely.

"Yet there are those," Aschwar says with a soft reverence, holding their paws out to indicate Afrit and you, "Who come together not for duty or for necessity, but for love." They bring their paws to rest over their heart and continue, "These are the unions that have been blessed by the Shofets of all worlds, from the beginning of Creation. For this, we all must pay our respects to those who would choose to bring their love to shine across this world and others and bind themselves in union to each other."

Elysian smiles softly.

Vyell nods her head in agreement.

Gaze softening, Chundae smiles fondly.

Jolanthe suddenly loses focus in her eyes and shudders, then looks curiously refreshed.

Khnemu's confused expression gives way to understanding and an approving nod.

Aschwar gestures towards Tonatiuh, and quietly asks, "May I have the cup?"

Tonatiuh shifts subtly from side to side, smiling with a flash of teeth as his indigo fur radiates warmth and flame-kissed iridescence.

Tonatiuh gives a graceful rhyton cup edged in ivory filigree to Aschwar.

A selcouth sand djinn flexes into a tight curl, using a gold-dipped tail spike like a tooth pick to pluck a morsel from between his fangs.

Aschwar takes a graceful rhyton cup edged in ivory filigree and pulls out a star-shaped fruit from in their pocket, using a claw to carve into its plump and tender flesh before allowing the nectar to trickle down into the awaiting container. "The star fruit is lucky, and tastes very yummy. We put this in the goblet so that way you will always have luck when you are together." Once the last few drops easily flow, they throw the fruit over their shoulder, landing in the bushes behind them.

Aschwar holds out a paw towards you, and quietly asks, "Your fruit?"

Nepenthe passes a large, juicy-looking plum to Aschwar.

Aschwar smiles and raises the plum up for all to see, allowing a moment of quiet observation before they explain, "The plum! It is a many uses fruit, which is very tasty and is full of refreshing energies. It is for cookings, and decoratings, and throwings, and plantings, and so many many uses. Like Mister Nepenthe, it is full of so much energy and goodness, ready to be shown to the world at the very first bite."

A low, contented growl arises within your chest.

Afrit nods solemnly.

Lief's gaze flickers to you with Aschwar's testimonial, and she smiles deeper.

Aschwar takes a large, juicy-looking plum and cuts into it once more with a golden claw, the juice trickling down and joining in the cup. After a few moments, they nod, and throw the fruit behind them as well to land in the same bush.

Aschwar holds out a paw towards Afrit and quietly asks, "Your fruit?"

Tonatiuh shifts balance to the tips of his feet, eager to see.

Afrit nods, confidently placing a similarly ripe peach into Aschwar's paw.

Coraline tries to straighten up her clothes at she watches the ceremony.

Zitto seems to relax somewhat as the ceremony continues. A generous interpreter could take his expression for warm smile.

Lief's eyes follow the exchange of fruit, clearly interested.

A low, contented growl arises within your chest as you sniff at Afrit.

Aschwar holds up the peach in a manner similar to the plum, allowing all gathered a moment to see it before they begin their explanation. "The peach is full of soft and tender flesh, but its very fuzzy and very comfy outside is a lot harder than most people think it will be! It is a fruit that bears many trees, and is a very romance fruit. They say that those who make promises beneath peach blossoms will always see them come true, for it is a fruit of certainty."

Vyell tilts her head and listens intently.

Comprehension flashes across Eritheyl's face.

A look of understanding crossing her features, Coraline nods her head slowly.

Lief nods her antlered head quietly but firmly to this.

Zitto gives Lief a questioning look at the mention of peach blossoms.

Jolanthe tugs her chin thoughtfully.

Aschwar repeats the same gesture, slicing into the juicy looking peach and allowing the liquid to pour into the cup before throwing it behind their shoulder. Swirling the cup gently together, they inhale and nod, pulling a small vial from their coat full of pinkish liquid that they add next. "Cactus juice, so that your union will be able to stand even the driest of seasons, and flower even with the smallest of water."

His ears still locked on Aschwar, Nepenthe smiles and nods eagerly.

Aschwar then produces a much smaller vial full of sparkling honey, which they carefully add, continuing, "Honey is a sweetener, and it is one that comes from friendly bees. We add this so that way you can surround yourself with friendly people in your union who will help make your life and your happiness all the sweeter."

A soft smile spreads across Tonatiuh's features as he listens, lengths of flame-kissed silk threading through his golden claws.

Afrit glances over at you, before nodding happily and turning his attention back to Aschwar.

Aschwar finally produces a poppy from nowhere, the flower trailing granules of golden sand that dissipate into the air from whence it appeared before they can get anywhere near the ground. "And finally, the milk of the poppy." They tilt the bright red bloom to the side, and a single, milky white drop of liquid gathers at the edge of the petal before falling into the cup. "So when you are in pain, and when you are troubled, you may find peace and comfort in each other forever."

Aschwar steps forward with the cup, now full to the brim, and says, "Please. Come together and hold the cup." They nod towards Tonatiuh and quietly offer a stage whisper, "The silk!"

Nepenthe blinks and looks with rapt interest from Aschwar to Tonatiuh and back.

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "Oh!"

Tonatiuh places a long length of luxuriously soft and incredibly smooth silk into Aschwar's paws, the fabric rippling with opulent flame-kissed opalescence.

Afrit nods and holds his hands out to support the cup, looking to you.

Following Aschwar's instructions and Afrit's lead, Nepenthe steps forward and lightly grips the cup as well.

Nepenthe

Aschwar pulls their paw backward, allowing the two to hold the cup as they say, "Now, you will say your vows to each other, and I will tie the silk. This will bind your words to your union, so that you may always remember as you speak it into being." They look towards Afrit, and nod, holding the silk carefully in their paws.

Khnemu adjusts his position on Elysian's shoulder to keep his balance and lean forward.

Lief smiles to herself, her hand reaching quietly for Zitto's to give his own a quick little squeeze.

Afrit tells you, "Shall I go first, dear Nepenthe?"

You tell Aschwar, "Is it okay if I let Afrit hold the cup on his own while I sing? Kinda got lute accompaniment and everything."

Aschwar pauses and looks towards you, nodding and saying, "On second thought, yes. You should probably go first."

Coraline leans into Jolanthe from her perch.

Aschwar flushes lightly, scarlet flesh visible beneath the golden patches of their fur.

Jolanthe gives Coraline a peck on the cheek.

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

From the audience, Coraline flashes a thumbs-up at you in a sign of encouragement.

Elysian beams broadly at Tonatiuh.

Nepenthe passes the cup to Afrit and helps the dracnari wrap his massive paws around it.

You begin to wield an obsidian rose lute in your left hand.

Eritheyl lays their head gently on Elysian's shoulder, entwining their fingers with Elysian's.

Tantus Stickypaw's ears perk up with a sudden interest.

Afrit turns his full attention towards you, offering a calm smile that only partially hides his great anticipation.

"Sorry in advance if this is a tough act to follow, big guy," Nepenthe says with a grin, taking a second to tune an obsidian rose lute.

Tonatiuh utters a deep, rumbling laugh.

Lief glances wryly at you and hides a grin behind her hand.

Coraline hides a grin behind her hand.

Nepenthe holds an obsidian rose lute lovingly to his chest, drawing blunted claws across its strings to elicit a bright, perfectly tuned arpeggio. He closes his eyes, a soft smile on his muzzle, as he takes up the gamboling cadence of a quiet waltz, its chords prancing along a sunny progression in the instrument's middle register.

Nepenthe hums an uncharacteristically tonal tune above his gentle picking, laying the scaffolding of his melody. At length, his lips part, and he begins to sing in a sweet altotenor.

"Who would have guessed that when we first met our lives would become intertwined?" Nepenthe sings, his bare feet shuffling in three-quarter time. "An ordinary day, a really awful play, but soon enough we found our hearts aligned."

Afrit huffs, his digits wrapped around the cup tightly.

Nepenthe opens his eyes and smiles at Afrit, seemingly oblivious to the assembled guests. His ambling waltz takes him in a broad circle around the dracnari, his eyes locked on Afrit's face with every step.

Nepenthe continues his soft singing, "How could I know how our friendship would grow when you asked me to stay by your side?" He straightens his posture, his shuffling movements taking on a more purposeful air, and his ambling chords becoming crisp and stately. "A steady career as your loyal courtier was the most I could hope to provide."

Nepenthe's chords modulate to a higher key and dip briefly into a cool minor mode, the staccato notes limned with the faintest sound of uncertainty.

"Who could have foreseen that I'd step in between you and all of your well-crafted schemes?" Nepenthe sings, a twinge of a frown tugging at his lips. But it is fleeting, as is the uncertainty in his chords and their doleful minor tonality. The song brightens with his next crooned line, "My unplanned distraction, your welcome reaction, fulfilling my unspoken dreams."

A broad smile bares all of Nepenthe's teeth and brightens his every word. "Who would have thought that I could have caught a man of such warmth and compassion?" The loboshigaru's blunted claws flick at his instrument, dashing off exuberant chords as his voice rises in admiration. "His height and his girth only matched by his worth and impeccable penchant for fashion."

Nepenthe's paws settle over the strings, stilling them for a moment before taking up the same lilting progression in a soft cascade of arpeggios. His boisterous praise softens too, his voice girded with a purring, gentle growl.

Afrit chokes out a laugh, before trying to regain his composure as he watches and listens with great intensity, his eyes staring both at you and at the intricate instrumental technique.

Nepenthe sings softly, his eyes bright with fondness for Afrit as he gazes on the dracnari, "I find myself blessed to present this request for the new life we're ready to start: Hug me and kiss me, embrace me, eclipse me, and share of your beautiful heart."

Nepenthe's rolling arpeggios grow slower and softer, eventually fading to silence as the loboshigaru releases the fingerboard of an obsidian rose lute and reaches out to place a paw over Afrit's heart. He concludes his vow a capella, "And these things I yearn to give you in return for the life that I'm asking you for: Devotion, attraction, unmatched satisfaction. I promise you these and much more."

You cease wielding an obsidian rose lute in your left hand.

Tonatiuh rubs some extra golden powder into his face with vigour, blinking several times, honey-hued sapphire eyes glinting.

Khnemu wipes a happy tear from his eye, beaming at the happy couple and assaulting Elysian with his flailing tail.

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands murmurs, "So good."

Nepenthe smiles at Afrit and reaches up to hold the cup with him once more.

Lief cannot keep herself from clapping her hands together, a beaming smile upon her face.

Aschwar reaches up and wipes at their eyes with their forearm, taking a moment to compose themself.

Tantus Stickypaw grins broadly, wiping at his eyes with one large paw.

Zitto seems positively cheerful by the time the song is over, his early anxiety totally absent. In an overabundance of enthusiasm for a staid Hallifaxian, he surreptitiously plants a quick peck on Lief's cheek. He then immediately turns to cheer for the sung vow.

Coraline wipes a stray tear from her cheek.

Chundae wipes at her eyes, sniffling and beaming brightly.

Tikki tried really hard not tear up at just how cute this whole affair was, but found himself still dabbing tears from his eyes.

Vyell's eyes start to look glassy as she holds back tears of compassion.

Elysian can't help but sniffle abit as the song ends, his wings rising up to keep himself from being buffeted too bad by Khnemu's tail.

Nepenthe

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands whispers to you, "Suppose it's my turn, eheh."

Aschwar carefully winds the silk around your paws once they grasp the cup once more, beginning at the wrist and then crossing over each hand before winding around the cup several times and sliding underneath the knuckles, gently moving the ends to lay over Afrit's own hands, nodding at him to begin.

Afrit clears his throat.

You swivel your ears towards Afrit, listening with rapt attention.

Lief straightens, then flashes Zitto a deep smile, her clapping stilling and her shoulder bumping affectionately against Zitto's own.

Addressing the audience briefly, Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "Nepenthe, everyone. He's the best, and now you all know it."

Zitto politely hides a smile behind one hand but fails to conceal the mirth in his eyes.

Elysian nods his head sagely at Afrit.

Tantus Stickypaw applauds Afrit heartily.

Chundae hides a soft giggle behind her hand.

Quietly, Tantus Stickypaw says, "Oh, wait, that wasn't all. Shoot."

Elysian giggles happily.

Mboagn giggles happily.

Eritheyl glances askance at Tantus Stickypaw.

Vyell's eyes sparkle with amusement.

Khnemu hides a grin behind his hand.

Unable to extract his paws from the cup to cover his face, Nepenthe's outrageous blush is visible to all.

Coraline reaches over and ruffles Tantus Stickypaw's hair fondly.

Aschwar hides a soft smile behind one paw as they glance at Tantus Stickypaw, looking back to Afrit a moment later with eager, encouraging eyes.

Afrit huffs out a sigh, clearly pondering how to begin. Slowly, he starts to piece together some words. "Dear Nepenthe, you know me better than anyone. You know that I began my own journey seeking more out of life. I thought that I had everything, but that was wrong, because I didn't have you before."

Coraline puts an arm around Jolanthe as she listens.

As his voice gains his usual confident cadence, Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "You are a phenomenon. A treasure. A kind, compassionate individual that never ceases to amaze me. Your thoughtfulness, generosity and devotion should be sung about and celebrated in every place that has ears to listen."

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "From the very moment I met you, I knew that you marched to the beat of your own drum. You refuse to be anything but yourself, and that is a trait that I find so admirable, so beautiful."

Khnemu leans forward even more, grinning giddily.

Elysian reaches up to steady Khnemu so that he doesn't fall forward off his shoulders.

His gaze locked on Afrit, Nepenthe makes no move to wipe away the tears welling in his eyes, as his paws remain secured to the cup held between them.

Lief's eyes shine with color - with floral pinks and sunflower yellows and periwinkle bluebell blues - as she listens to Afrit.

Millien tilts her head and listens intently.

Khnemu blushes and squeezes Elysian's hand in silent gratitude before returning his attention to the ceremony.

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "You deserve everything that this world has to offer, dear Nepenthe. And you know that I would give it to you. Because you love me so, and because I love you so, I give you my body, my insight and my spirit, may it be yours forever. I will protect you. I will fight for you. I will destroy anything that threatens you, though I know you would ask me to grant whatever's bothering you clemency. Because you're good, and pure."

Aschwar's gaze softens and they reach up to wipe at their eyes again, tears staining their fur darker where they do.

Elysian beams broadly.

Coraline smiles softly as she listens.

Eritheyl nods in silent, but staunch approval.

With a lengthy, wintry sigh, the clouds above release a small flurry of snowflakes.

Simply, Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "I love you."

Nepenthe beams broadly at Afrit and blinks once, tears rolling down his cheeks unimpeded. His bunched-up tail squirms disturbingly in the seat of his pants as it attempts to wag.

Gaze softening, Chundae smiles fondly.

Khnemu sniffles and wipes away more tears with his scarf, beaming broadly and tail still flailing wildly.

Aschwar repeats the intricate knot, speaking as they wind the silk around Afrit's wrists and move towards his paws, saying, "Now, you have spoken your vows into being, and all that is left..." They carefully begin winding the excess of the silk around the cup before tying the loosest of knots and looking between the pair. "Is the acceptance."

Vyell tries to stifle a whimper as she's overwhelmed by the love and tears run down her face. She covers her face with both hands in embarassment.

Chundae sniffles quietly, wiping at tears once again.

Aschwar looks towards you and asks, "Do you, Mister Nepenthe, take Afrit's vow to be true and full of Love, to hold in your heart and soul until the day you are no more?"

You say through happy tears, "Yes, of course!"

Aschwar smiles softly and looks towards Afrit, continuing, "And do you, Mister Afrit, take Nepenthe's vow to be true and full of Love, to hold in your heart and soul until the day you are no more?"

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "It is the truest vow this world will ever know. I do."

An enormous stuffed dragon thumps his massive tail happily, resting his pudgy paws on his rotund corduroy belly as he enjoys a moment of quiet contentment.

Aschwar beams wide and nods towards the cup, "So aid each other in this drink, that you may never fear spilling the worries and troubles of the world upon yourself. For you will always have each other to help."

Aschwar whispers just loud enough for the pair to hear, "It works best if you drink one at a time, you spill less!"

Coraline wipes happy tears off her cheeks, then pretends to take on a stoic expression.

Afrit ponders the situation.

Nepenthe looks from Aschwar to the cup to Afrit and back to the cup, an expression precisely between bewilderment and unabashed happiness settling on his face.

Khnemu quietly bites down on the edge of his scarf to keep himself from making whines of glee.

Jolanthe gives Coraline a friendly squeeze.

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands smiles and says to you, "You first, dear Nepenthe."

You nod your head enthusiastically.

Afrit carefully begins to lower the cup, placing it gently to your lips.

Coraline smiles softly at Jolanthe.

Elysian beams broadly.

Kihr snuggles up close to Elysian, looking happy and content.

A hateful, pitch black crow glares around with his one malevolent eye.

His bound paws moving with Afrit's, Nepenthe tilts the cup enough to take a sip of the mixture. His whiskers twitch involuntarily as the various juices and opiates mingle on his palate.

You whisper to Afrit, "You're going to have to crouch down or something. I can't reach all the way up there for you."

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands whispers to you, "Does it taste good?"

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands says, "Oh!"

Afrit carefully stabilizes the cup, before crouching down as instructed.

Khnemu stifles a quiet giggle behind a sniffle.

Tonatiuh chuckles, the deep sound resonating from his chest.

Lief slowly begins to relax again, her hands finding their way back to clasping one another over her lap as she watches the ceremony.

Vyell grins at the sight, wiping away the waterworks as she regains her composure.

Nepenthe offers up the cup to Afrit, raising it to his lips with outstretched arms.

Afrit takes an indulgently long drink from the cup, rumbling faintly as he explores the many flavours.

Aschwar pulls at the loose knot and it fals away easily, the silk loosening along its length before they reach down to a small cross at the bottom and pull, letting the bindings fall away in a smooth stream of fabric. Taking the cup into their hands, they call out, "I present to you this union of hearts! Show your love to these new husbands, Afrit and Nepenthe!"

Aschwar stage whispers to the couple, "And you can smooch now, if you really wanna!"

As Tonatiuh releases a mudra lantern of malachite script into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

As Tonatiuh releases a yantra lantern of yellow poppies into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

As Tonatiuh releases a serene lantern of saffron dreams into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

As Tonatiuh releases a ritual skylantern of ruby skeins into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

As Tonatiuh releases an august lantern of azure memories into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

As Tonatiuh releases an insane lantern of indigo moths into the air, it slowly floats upon the breeze, drifting upward.

You dance about in utter glee.

You jump onto Afrit.

You kiss Afrit passionately.

Malachite light scatters sacred mudras upon the ground as an exotic skylantern languidly ascends.

Yellow light scatters yantra poppies upon the ground as an exotic skylantern languidly ascends.

Saffron light scatters serene dream-like shapes upon the ground as an exotic skylantern languidly ascends.

Ruby light scatters ritual skeins upon the ground as an exotic skylantern languidly ascends.

Azure light scatters august memories upon the ground as an exotic lantern languidly ascends.

Indigo light scatters insane moths upon the ground as an exotic lantern languidly ascends.

Chundae cheers gleefully.

Jolanthe gives up a round of applause.

Lief claps her hands together heartily for Afrit and you, her eyes shining with colorful emotion.

Vyell claps her hands together merrily.

Coraline cheers wildly!

"Wow!" Mboagn exclaims!

Revelrous Afrit, Lazula of the Sands laughingly says, "Oho."

Elysian beams broadly.

Tantus Stickypaw gives up a round of applause.

Afrit kisses you passionately.

Eritheyl smiles softly.

Revelrous Chundae Lunarose whispers, "Pretty."

Orventa gives up a round of applause.

Illusory hearts appear -everywhere-!

As a mudra lantern of malachite script drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

As a yantra lantern of yellow poppies drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

As a serene lantern of saffron dreams drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

As a ritual skylantern of ruby skeins drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

As an august lantern of azure memories drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

As an insane lantern of indigo moths drifts away, it grows smaller and smaller on the horizon until you see naught but a speck of light floating in the distance.

Kihr Ryseni, the Ignited Mind says, "OOOhh."

Tikki claps his hands together merrily.

Coraline Myeras exclaims, "Congratulations, you both!"

Coraline

It was the most gorgeous text wedding I ever attended! So well planned and put together 

Lief

A+ wedding, you two were super sweet and cute, and I really dug the glimpse into Aschwar's background as well.

Totally probably incidental, but from a flower power Maylea-worshiping standpoint, I loved how the fruits were used too!

Nepenthe

Then there was copious congratulations and chatter and socializing and exchanging of gifts and I don't really feel like sorting through it to make it readable, but I must show off all the amazing design work Tonatiuh and Afrit and Crumkane did.


Tonatiuh's beautiful contributions-

The cup we mixed the Mysraian Kool-Aid in:
a graceful rhyton cup edged in ivory filigree

A gracefully curved rhyton cup lies here, carved from mottled agate to expose a brilliant seam of iridescent opal. Gracefully curved with a wide-brimmed rim flowing into a gentle right-angled bend, this rhyton cup has been carved from solid stone rather than adapted from any naturally hollow horn. A rich seam of iridescent opal in a mottled agate matrix was chosen with an eye for rare beauty and polished to perfection, the delicate work exposing an amazing play of spectral colour across the majority of the curved surface any time the cup is moved or tilted to catch the light. Tendrils of pinfire opal brilliance spread out towards the rim and tip like sparks cast from the tips of flames, each point further enhanced by a subtle but unmistakable glow. A band of ivory filigree marks the rim itself, carved with a delightfully stylized pattern of draconic and canid figures dancing and gamboling with carefree abandon. The tip itself is also sheathed in smoothly polished ivory, but here the detailed filigree is a riot of intricate flowers that comes together to form a beautifully stylized flame.

The scraps of silk Aschwar used to bind our hands to the cup:
an opalescent armband of flame-kissed silk
An opulent silken armband flashes with hints of flame-kissed opalescence.

A luxuriously soft and incredibly smooth length of silk forms an opulent armband with delightful hints of flame-kissed opalescence rippling throughout the dazzling fabric. The stunning silk is woven through with tiny seed pearls and even smaller diamonds, each imbued with light and fire essence to reveal subtle but incredibly complex flashes of rolling warmth and delicate pin-point brilliance. Composed through several loops tied off with an elegantly casual knot, the silken armband can adjust to a limb both large or small, making adjustments simple. Spliced into the remaining swirls of opalescent silk is a collection of good luck amulets, the most prominent being a rather racy and lustful cluster of fertility charms worked in exquisite tawny gold filigree. A single lattice-worked soapstone moth clinks against them, cradling fragrant resins that scent the air with exotic perfumes, and a handful of tiny indigo suns and saffron stars completes the eclectically chosen set.


Shoutouts to Afrit for the suits, even though he forgot a hole in Nep's for his tail.

a massive wedding suit with amethyst accents

A large suit has been left here in an unruly pile.

Clearly cut for an especially corpulent form, this wedding suit promises plenty of space for even the most decadent of individuals. The jacket is sewn from black cloth of a high quality and is stretchy enough to accommodate a full range of movements, despite its formal air. A smooth silk handkerchief has been artfully assembled into the front pocket of the jacket, dyed a rich aubergine hue. A silk vest follows underneath the suit jacket, showcasing a lighter shade of purple, gentle yet regal. Each of the black wooden buttons on the vest features a small amethyst in the middle, which twinkles in the light with violet charm. A plain white linen shirt completes the ensemble, simple and elegant. Upon the wrists, some square-cut amethysts have once again been applied to the cuffs, and the collar and coattails of the jacket feature crushed amethyst accents, which trail both up and down the suit in vague swirling patterns. While wide at the waist, the black suit pants below have been tailored to the form of the wearer, accentuating all of the assets therein. A strategic cut near the seat of the trousers allows for a tail to be slipped through discreetly as needed.

a stylish wedding suit of tourmaline charm

A small formal suit has been casually abandoned here.

Sewn with a tight and narrow fit, this ensemble of clothing conforms to the wearer's body handsomely. Cut from a charcoal-hued fabric, the suit jacket contours along the arms and the torso with subtle flair, as evidenced by the dual vents in the back and the slightly flared lapels in the front. A pleasantly pastel orange handkerchief has been tucked into the front suit pocket in a semicircle, in imitation of a miniature sunrise. A silk vest in a more peachy hue hugs the torso snugly, complete with sultry rose gold buttons. Arranged underneath the vest is a simple shirt of black linen, a breezy and thin barrier between body and suit. Sewn into the collar with painstaking precision is a collection of oval-cut tourmalines, which present a whimsical, charming and sunny brightness. Tourmalines in a rounded triangle shape adorn the cuffs of the shirt, accentuating the wrists of the wearer. The suit pants are of a similar black cloth as the suit jacket, flattering a slim figure. Tiny orange gemstones have been sewn into needlepoint patterns depicting abstract swirls, starting from the end of the pant leg and climbing to the knee in a carefree way.

Afrit's wedding ring for Nep

a wedding armor ring of rose gold and garnet

Fashioned with painstaking precision and a complete disregard for subtlety, this rose gold armor ring caresses the finger of its wearer with a sultry, pink shine. The interior of the ring is cleverly padded with void-black silk, allowing for a comfortable and snug fit over the digit. The armor ring itself is divided into segments, each metallic joint occurring naturally where the finger bends, allowing for a full range of motion no matter what extravagant gesture the wearer might make. The ring reaches its terminus in a dull, yet curved point, providing for a dramatic flair in its own right. Three slim garnets have been set upon each segment of the wedding ring, the sanguine stones scattering shards of scarlet hues when struck by light. Etched upon the armor ring is an interlocking pattern of round scales with pointed tips, reminiscent of something draconic.

And mine for Afrit, why not?

a mottled wedding band of chocolate chalcedony

Silk-smooth and uncommonly large, this handsome wedding band takes the shape of a wide cylinder meant to embrace the phalanx of a meaty ring finger between the first and second knuckles. Formed entirely from speckled brown agate, the ring boasts streaks of kafe and caramel coloring that cavort among swathes of chocolate and butterscotch hues, like a splatter painting in earthen tones composed on a toroid silicate canvas. The translucent chalcedony base bears myriad bursts of white and black impurities, monochromatic flecks and splotches that lend the ring a wildly mottled patterning. The piece lacks the embellishment of any precious metal or gem, and features no elaborate etching or cutouts, yet each rounded edge, perfect curve, and polished surface speaks to the care and affection of its design.

Mustn't forget Tantus's amazing suit and cake!

Tantus:

Fur as white as powdered sugar covers the burly form of this tae'dae in a sleek and shiny coat that positively tempts with its softness. Obviously well-fed, Tantus is immediately characterised by both his tall, broad-shouldered frame and his rather prominent, rotund stomach. His eyes, bright blue, gleam with a perpetual sense of mirth and mischief, the smooth planes of his broad muzzle pulled upward into a ready smile. A sharply-tailored suit has been coerced to fit his ponderous frame; the neatly-creased shoulders of his jacket are a vividly royal blue, fading slowly down his sleeves and torso into a rich navy. His trousers continue the ombre shading from navy into perfectly sable black at their hems before terminating in a pair of enormous, shining black dress shoes. His jacket is left unbuttoned over a crisp black shirt and vest, straining against his rounded gut, while a cheerily rainbow-hued tie is knotted somewhat askew at his throat. A pocket square of the same vivid hues peeks out at his breast, astride which a faintly-scented rose of immaculate white fondant has been carefully affixed to his lapel.

A sparkling circlet of sugar crystals dances about his head, marking the truefavour of Crumkane,

Lord of Epicurean Delights.

With a sudden, dramatic flourish, the curtain atop a gilded cart whips away in a flurry of crimson fabric, revealing a dizzyingly tall chocolate-kafe wedding cake of innumerable tiers that stretches upward to shadow the surrounding gathering, strangely occupying more space than it only recently had.

This enormous cake towers to an absurd degree, scarcely held by the cart upon which it has been provided. Countless tiers of decreasing size have been coated with a smooth, silky frosting of a tawny hue, upon which masses of expertly-curled chocolate have been pressed. Interspersed between this altogether sweet mosaic are small, chocolate-covered kafe beans and spherical, hazelnut-studded bonbons. An overpoweringly enticing aroma exudes from this extravagant display of luxurious indulgence, tempting in its promise. At the pinnacle of the cake, certainly too far above to be seen with any measure of clarity, two small figurines stand vigil, hands clasped between them.

It weighs 10 ounce(s).

It bears the distinctive mark of Tantus Stickypaw.

You deftly carve an enormous slice from a towering, resplendent chocolate-kafe wedding cake studded with gleaming confections, barely tipping it onto a dessert plate.

Taking up a dessert fork that is almost comically small next to the enormous confection you are about to consume, you carefully slice a perfect bite of cake from the larger portion on your plate, a generous amount of tawny-hued kafe frosting coating the lightly-springy vanilla sponge within. Popping it into your mouth, you stifle a groan of delight as the flavours of dark, toasted, nearly bitter kafe mingle with the smooth sweetness of the buttercream and the fresh brightness of the vanilla sponge. Returning the fork to the plate for a bite of the edge, you are treated to innumerable curls of perfectly-tempered chocolate snapping brightly against your tongue before yielding to a smooth, melting note of unctuous flavour that threatens to overcome the luscious frosting layered thickly upon the cake. A further bite offers a surprising crunch, a chocolate-covered kafe bean cracking into bittersweet shards before being tamed once more by the soft pastry in which it resides. Forgoing the fork entirely, you stealthily turn away from your compatriots and devour the remaining cake with nothing more than brutal efficiency and your own hands, at length popping the final hazelnut-studded bonbon into your mouth with a flourish and licking your fingers clean.


Whew, did I forget anything? 

Parhelion

The seat of Nepenthe's trousers undulates unsettlingly as his trapped tail attempts to wag.



d'aww!

Eritheyl

I hate love and happiness because I'm a miserable old bitch, but this, this right here is the one glaring exception. Y'all kill me with the cuteness on the regular, but kudos to everyone involved in the planning and execution of this masterpiece.