(Log) The wedding of Norrig and Theodora
Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2018 5:46 pm
By the Altar
[Relatively Cool]
Bathed entirely in light from attenuated crystal chandeliers suspended
from the ceiling high above, this part of the church is wholly illuminated,
no corner left unto the shadows. In the front, directly north of the
Fountis Major, the altar seems uncharacteristically out of place--
fashioned of unadorned, white ash and reinforced around the edges with
tarnished bronze, the simple, rectangular object seems to have poorly
withstood the ages. Behind it stands a small tabernacle of solid gold, and
above it a large chalice of the same metal. Around the altar hang crimson
velvet curtains, allowing one to draw closed the area around the dais;
however, when not in use, they bunch together, tied off and securely
harnessed to the wall. On both sides of the aisle directly in front of the
room are lavish oaken pews replete with soft cushions, clearly roped off by
thick red cords. Behind them are numerous additional pews, equally
serviceable but lacking any soft comfort.
Recently:
(Late morning on a warm Lithmorran day gives welcome to the wedding at hand.
Blue-clad priests busy themselves at the sidelines while brown-robed acolytes
help guide members of the community to their waiting seats in the pews. )
[ Exits: south ] [ Air exits: none ]
( 8)A large and colorful bouquet of many rich-smelling flowers have been hung by the aisle of pews. (northwestern corner)
The furthermost back pews typically hold society's undesirables and unlucky latecomers. (southern edge)
The middle section of pews seats a wide variety of individuals. (center)
Pews typically reserved for the nobility line the front of the cathedral. (northern edge)
Sibylle dul Fontaine stands at the altar, watching the goings-on from the best 'seat' in the house [P][App: 5]
Edwin Valen sits on a pew among the middle rows and rests.
[Action: Edwin Valen is sitting in the pews, watching quietly. ]
Action set to:
Norrig stands by the altar, waiting. He's clad in bardic silks and looks radiant.
Arriving with a multitude of would-be guests, Maura Surgat glances towards the altar, viridian orbs lingering on Norrig and Sibylle dul Fontaine. They may linger, but not for long as they swiftly look down at the pews, carefully moving within the pews. [Maura Surgat]
Maura Surgat starts to move towards the north and west.
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male arrives from the south.
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male slows to a halt.
Maura Surgat takes a step to the west.
Maura Surgat sits on a pew among the middle rows.
Huntress Cee arrives from the south, stalking along purposefully.
A huge, noble-looking wolfdog has arrived.
Huntress Cee slows to a halt.
[Action: Maura Surgat is seated among the middle-section of pews, watching the ceremony ]
She is sitting on a pew among the middle rows.
Maura Surgat is seated among the middle-section of pews, watching the ceremony
Before you stands a pale-skinned, viridian eyed maiden. Her lustrous, straw
blonde hair frames the sharp features of her face and brushes the top of her
slender shoulders. Her viridian eyes seem to shine with intensity as they
take in her surroundings. A small, slender nose, high, aristocratic cheek
bones and full, pale lips make up the other elements that compose her face.
Her slender body is toned, with long, svelte legs and pronounced feminine
curves.
Norrig is two hands taller than she is.
Maura Surgat is using:
<worn on head> a proper half-upturned hat crafted of matte isabelline felt
<worn around neck> an oval pewter locket threaded around a linen ribbon choker
<worn over shoulder> layered v-necklines revealing a partlet of fine white linen
a loose, drawstring book bag of cream white Brenlands linen
<worn on arms> floor-length linen sleeves lined with slate contrast fabric
<worn on hands> a pair of slate gray elbow gloves closed with ivory buttons
<worn on torso> a clean white linen gown with sweeping floor-length sleeves
a pleated linen contrast chemise with an even, straight hem
<worn about waist> an isabelline felt sash tied in a loose bow behind the back
<worn on legs> crisp, even skirts crafted of cream-colored Brenlands linen
<worn on feet> a proper set of pointed poulaines closed with ivory buttons
[Action: Huntress Cee is sitting in the back corner, chin propped up on her palms. ]
Huntress Cee starts to move towards the east.
A huge, noble-looking wolfdog is seated next to Huntress Cee, panting as it gazes at anything close.
[Action: a rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male is seated somewhere in the middle, among others of his class. ]
A huge, noble-looking wolfdog starts to move towards the east.
"Squire Valen, welcome," Sibylle dul Fontaine offers back to Edwin Valen with a dip of her head. She ushers away a few of the priests surrounding the northern altar, letting them run off to their own plans. Continuing to speak again with Edwin Valen, she asks, "I hope all has been well. No new injuries?"
When Norrig has finished arranged his flowers, she lets him know, "When you feel the pews have filled enough, Laudate, please let me know. I've no doubt the lines will be long, and we don't want to hold back the event overlong." [Sibylle dul Fontaine]
Huntress Cee sidles in, glancing around the vast array of lithmorran society, opting, perhaps wisely (for a change), to sit in the near empty back row near a couple of homeless looking to fill their pockets, even if a sharp eye is shown their way to let them know she's not one of the easy marks. Resting her feet on the seat and her rear on the back of the pew, she allows herself a higher vantage point that increases the view of the front of the chapel from pitiful to servicable.
Theia le Koralle arrives from the south.
Theia le Koralle slows to a halt.
Sibylle dul Fontaine betrays no recognition of Maura Surgat in the gaze that flicks over towards this woman. Too much attention and not enough interaction prevents any proper exchange of pleasantries, though. [Hidden]
Prisca Connor arrives from the south.
A tall, brawny, ruddy-haired man has arrived.
Prisca Connor slows to a halt.
Theia le Koralle starts to move towards the north and east.
Likewise Sibylle dul Fontaine doesn't seem to recognize Huntress Cee or a rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male, though the former with her dog earns a longer look than anyone so far. No comment is given, though a brief nod of greeting is offered to Theia le Koralle's entry. [Sibylle dul Fontaine] [Hidden]
Norrig nods slowly at Edwin Valen when he salutes. The Laudate, for once, looks nervous and not entirely in his solid, masculine alpha macho state. His eyes drift to the newcomers: Maura Surgat is met with a light, polite nod of his head, Huntress Cee, Theia le Koralle and Prisca Connor with a faint smile. The man looks aside at Sibylle dul Fontaine and murmurs: "Just a few minutes more, but alright, Grand Inquisitor."
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend arrives from the south.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend slows to a halt.
Huntress Cee sits down and rests.
Theia le Koralle walks into the area, walking over towards the middle pews, as she steps in and finds a place to get to and takes a seat. [Join]
If Edwin Valen had anything to say to Sibylle dul Fontaine he's certainly not saying anything at the moment. He sits down in the middle pews among all the freemen and things and just keeps to himself as things go on around him. [Edwin Valen]
Theodora op Arcenant arrives from the south walking along at the elbow of etienne. Etienne dul Arcenant has arrived.
Theodora op Arcenant slows to a halt.
[Action: Theia le Koralle is seated on a pew among the middle rows. ]
While waiting for more to arrive, Maura Surgat entertains herself by looking over her shoulder to the entrance, viridian orbs watchful of each prominent individual's entry. [Maura Surgat]
Movement at the back of the room draws Sibylle dul Fontaine's eyes back there to catch glimpses of a pearl-clad woman in silver and seasilk. Of course one is going to admire the lovely bride. It's distractingly fetching, that ensemble and that lady. [Sibylle dul Fontaine] [Hidden]
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend starts to move towards the east.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend starts to move towards the north.
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male bounces his knees as he waits, his hands clasped loosely between them. His eyes seem to rove all over, taking in the mix of attendees and lingering on some of the unfamiliar finery.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend takes a seat in a front pew after making a proper sign of the chalice. [Join]
Norrig flips a bardic style cloak of shimmering silks with a cowled hood back over his shoulder.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend sits on a pew among the front rows.
Prisca Connor sits on a pew among the middle rows.
[Action: Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend is seated in a front pew, ready to worship. ]
Sibylle dul Fontaine offers a smile back to Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend, a polite dip of her head as the nobleman takes his seat at the first pew. Being rather close to the altar makes the attention easy and natural to fall between them as it does, though there's a bit more to be done at the altar to spare more than a softly-spoken, "Good morning, Baron."
Huntress Cee lets her sharp gaze run through the crowd in turn, although it's a slow, patient sweep, pausing on a couple of individuals. She may even be keeping guard, but it's unclear considering she's seated with no weapon in hand. For now, she chews on the inside of her cheek as she seems more interested in the crowd than the man and woman of interest in the room.
Prisca Connor walks down the aisle with the squeak of leather dress amor, and takes a seat near the end in the middle rows.
[Action: Prisca Connor is seated near the aisle in one of the middle rows. ]
Norrig looks as more people attend. He spots Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend and bows respectfully, but he's really too distracted. When Theodora op Arcenant arrives... the man's jaw threatens to tremble, and those eyes threaten to pop from their sockets. The man breathes in and stands to attention, martial style, though a stupidly nervous smile is plastered all over his gorgeous face.
She has smooth, shiny hair.
This woman has a naturally haughty sort of air to her high-borne Vavardi features which give her the perpetual look like she's looking down at people despite her shorter frame. Her dewy, youthful face is set with full rose-hued lips and a pert nose that often wrinkles slightly when she speaks of anything unpleasant. Her often exposed flesh is a canvas of tight flawless bisque skin dotted with reddish-brown freckles. Her expressive eyes are a brilliant sapphire colour and sit behind a cage of long black lashes that often bat more than is likely strictly neccessarily for a natural blinking pattern. On the petite side, around five and a half feet she has firm, lithe limbs and moves with a sort of practiced grace with a careful dancer's posture. Despite being on the thin side, there is just enough softness to her feminine frame to grant her an ample if not slightly prominent bosom and flaring hips that often sway when she walks. Her long, waist-length hair is a shining strawberry-blonde sort of hue that wavers between a warm amber brown and a richer reddish hue depending on lighting or season.
This woman's long waist length hair has been brushed to a mirror shine and has been elaborately braided and trails down her back under a sheer chiffon veil, agleam with glints of topaz and pearl. White elderflowers flowers woven into the braid adds an air of gentle scent around her.
A complex scent encompassing the playful side of femininity dances across her
skin, starting at a baseline of yellow chrysanthemum essence and elevating
quick through bird-of-paradise pollen, a hint of papaya and acidic pineapple
oils. Though white floral roses play a subtle part of the complex layers of
the perfume, the roses are an accent rather than a replacement for more
costly ingredients. The lightest scent is stinging ginger, detectable only
when one's nose is all but touching her skin.
Norrig is a foot taller than she is.
Theodora op Arcenant is using:
<worn on head> a fragrant white elderflowers woven with an elaborate braid
<worn on ears> elegant teardrop pearl earrings suspended from silver hooks
<worn over the face> a sheer chiffon veil, agleam with glints of topaz and pearl
<worn around neck> an illusion chiffon neckline dusted with shimmering crystal
a fragile choker of interlaced silver chains and fine pearl
<worn on arms> split, hanging sleeves of chiffon, shimmering with crystals
fitted undersleeves of slashed seasilk, studded with pearls
<worn, left wrist> cuffs of intricate silver filigree, interspersed with topaz
<worn, right finger> a porcelain fleur-de-lis crowning a feminine ring of silver
<worn on torso> an off-the-shoulder opulently embellished bodice of seasilk
<worn about body> a mantle of sheer chiffon, shimmering with minuscule jewels
<worn about waist> a jewel-encrusted stomacher of satin, laced into the bodice
<worn on legs> full skirts of sumptuous seasilk with a pearl-trimmed train
<worn on feet> a pair of matching seaglass slippers sparkling in the light
Theia le Koralle glances around, her eyes setting on Theodora op Arcenant as she enters, a soft smile on her face as her turquoise gaze takes in the beautiful woman then turns her attention towards Norrig, viewing those gathered with a light smile.
Theodora op Arcenant steps through the double doorway at the the back of the Cathedral at the elbow of Etienne dul Arcenant and looks around those who have gathered. She pauses and takes a breath and swallows petal falling behind from her braids onto the ground. She looks aside to her fraternal guide and starts to walk along carefully to the altar, making a curious ringing clatter-clap of shoes made of glass ringing on the stone floor of the holy space.
Edwin Valen takes a glance at Theodora op Arcenant as she enters, the same look that everyone else is giving really. A small ghost of a smile is born on thin lips before dying. He ends up looking forward toward Norrig and then saying nothing. The middle pews are packed so he's just doing his best at this point not to be hit by an elbow as someone turns around to watch her.
The walking to the altar is like to bring a hush to the audience, but for those that don't catch on, brown-robed acolytes are present to help quietly guide the audience to a low murmur. Sibylle dul Fontaine is behind the altar already, hands resting along the bronze-lined edges of the ash wood there. Waiting, as most are, for the bride to reach the altar. [Sibylle dul Fontaine]
Etienne dul Arcenant enjoys his moment as the second-along centre of attention and waves his fingers towards those he recognizes on the way to the front leading Theodora op Arcenant long at a leisurely pace seeming to drag out the walk to enjoy the spotlight for a moment with a gleaming chesire-like smile.
Theodora op Arcenant starts to move towards the north.
[Action: Sibylle dul Fontaine stands at the altar, watching the goings-on from the best 'seat' in the house ]
A huge, noble-looking wolfdog sniffs along the ground at all the ankles packed in the back of the room, enjoying all the wonderful new scents.
Maura Surgat as Theodora op Arcenant begins to walk down the aisle, the older woman's lips curve upward at the edges. Whether one can be certain this is genuine or false is anyone's guess, but alas she watches the bride to be's journey with interest.
Etienne dul Arcenant steps away from Theodora op Arcenant at the last moment and leans over and gives an audible little Vavardi style peck on the cheek and then slides into a seat towards the front of the middle pews behind Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend. [Join]
Sibylle dul Fontaine's forefingers worry a little at the bronze edging of the altar, the gloves rubbing the smooth metal there. [Hidden]
Theia le Koralle adjusts herself in her seat, tilting her head lightly, causing set of blue topaz earrings clasped in silver sunburst molds to shimmer softly in the light. [Hidden]
Norrig smiles more broadly as Theodora op Arcenant and her brother approach. He gulps quietly and exhales slowly through his nose, keeping himself steady. He stands perfectly straight and follows the beautiful pair of vavardis as they approach.
Prisca Connor glances aside briefly as the bride walks down the aisle, but keeps her focus mainly upon Norrig and Sibylle dul Fontaine.
Theodora op Arcenant clears her throat a bit as in time she's left to stand in front of Sibylle dul Fontaine, deposited at the side of Norrig. She looks over and gives a flush of a smile to him and then bows her head to seemingly await the word of the officiant to begin.
[Action: Theodora op Arcenant stands at the side of Norrig, being the beautiful? bride. ]
Your action is: Norrig stands by the altar, waiting. He's clad in bardic silks and looks radiant.
Huntress Cee glazes her eyes over somewhat as her thoughts drift, before the arrival of the mate to the other mate-to-be rouses her from her interal machinations. She gazes from the rabble at the back, looking strangley nostalgic and decidedly less grumpy than usual.
Edwin Valen reaches up to scratch at the side of his neck for a moment and says nothing as he watches the going's on. [Hidden]
With Theodora op Arcenant having been deposited at Norrig's side by Etienne dul Arcenant, Maura Surgat turns her gaze to better account for the three people before the altar. Given her choice to sit aisleside, it would seem she has an easier time at this than some of the unfortunates within the center of the pews [Maura Surgat]
By the Altar
[Relatively Cool]
Bathed entirely in light from attenuated crystal chandeliers suspended
from the ceiling high above, this part of the church is wholly illuminated,
no corner left unto the shadows. In the front, directly north of the
Fountis Major, the altar seems uncharacteristically out of place--
fashioned of unadorned, white ash and reinforced around the edges with
tarnished bronze, the simple, rectangular object seems to have poorly
withstood the ages. Behind it stands a small tabernacle of solid gold, and
above it a large chalice of the same metal. Around the altar hang crimson
velvet curtains, allowing one to draw closed the area around the dais;
however, when not in use, they bunch together, tied off and securely
harnessed to the wall. On both sides of the aisle directly in front of the
room are lavish oaken pews replete with soft cushions, clearly roped off by
thick red cords. Behind them are numerous additional pews, equally
serviceable but lacking any soft comfort.
Recently:
(Late morning on a warm Lithmorran day gives welcome to the wedding at hand.
Blue-clad priests busy themselves at the sidelines while brown-robed acolytes
help guide members of the community to their waiting seats in the pews. )
[ Exits: south ] [ Air exits: none ]
( 8)A large and colorful bouquet of many rich-smelling flowers have been hung by the aisle of pews. (northwestern corner)
The furthermost back pews typically hold society's undesirables and unlucky latecomers. (southern edge)
The middle section of pews seats a wide variety of individuals. (center)
Pews typically reserved for the nobility line the front of the cathedral. (northern edge)
Theodora op Arcenant stands at the side of Norrig, being the beautiful? bride. [App: 5]
She has smooth, shiny hair.
A tall, brawny, ruddy-haired man is here. [App: 3]
A huge, noble-looking wolfdog is here.
Huntress Cee is sitting in the back corner, chin propped up on her palms. [App: 2]
She is resting here.
She has smooth, shiny hair.
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male is seated somewhere in the middle, among others of his class. [App: 3]
A lantern-jawed Lithmorran man with a crooked nose stands in the back, out of sight and worry. [App: 1]
Sibylle dul Fontaine stands at the altar, watching the goings-on from the best 'seat' in the house [P][App: 5]
Pews typically reserved for the nobility line the front of the cathedral.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend is seated in a front pew, ready to worship. [P][App: 3]
He is sitting on a pew among the front rows.
The middle section of pews seats a wide variety of individuals.
Etienne dul Arcenant is here. [App: 5]
Prisca Connor is seated near the aisle in one of the middle rows. [App: 2]
She is sitting on a pew among the middle rows.
Theia le Koralle is seated on a pew among the middle rows. [App: 4]
A delicate, floral scent swirls about her.
Maura Surgat is seated among the middle-section of pews, watching the ceremony [App: 4]
She is sitting on a pew among the middle rows.
Edwin Valen is sitting in the pews, watching quietly. [App: 3]
He is resting on a pew among the middle rows.
Edwin Valen is pretty tall. He's not having trouble seeing despite his unfortunate place in the pews. He can see what's going on at the aisle though he's also scanning the room occasionally, keeping his eye out it would seem for other things and not necessarily on the bride and the groom.
Sibylle dul Fontaine takes in a breath, filling her lungs with what air they will take before releasing it slow. As the quiet settles over the crowd in the cathedral, she grants a slight nod to the assembled before breaking a smile before Norrig and Theodora op Arcenant. It is there her words focus, lifting in volume to carry through the pews, "Citizens of Lithmore, gathered visitors and guests, and of course, the lovely bride and bridegroom - welcome all on this lovely Maius day as we join the Poet Laudate, Norrig op Donovan, and Bardess Theodora op Arcenant together in wedded matrimony."
"At a few milestones in our lives are we offered the chance to remake ourselves, to formally establish new habits and better our lives and the lives of those around us. Marriage is such an important marker, we gather not just friend and family but community to witness - it is a time of new beginnings springing from old ones. I am delighted to have worked with the Poet Laudate and his betrothed for these past months in particular when the fruits of their mutual labors have come to ripen." There is a pause in her speech before she collects herself to continue the officiating.
Norrig smirks proudly as Sibylle dul Fontaine begins booming, then looks down at the gorgeous bride before him, taking in all the little details of her clothes, face, hair. He blinks when she says his name, but keeps the smile and encompasses the area with his penetrating gaze, looking at all the faces.
As Sibylle dul Fontaine begins to speak, Maura Surgat straightens her posture a bit further. [Maura Surgat] [Hidden]
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male unclasps his hands just long enough to scratch idly at the meager stubble on his cheek. As the ceremony begins in earnest, he returns his attention to the altar with renewed interest.
Theodora op Arcenant smiles at Norrig a moment and reaches out a hand but then seems to remember protocol and withdraws it. She stands awkwardly for a beat and then leans just half a step back to keep an eye on Etienne dul Arcenant over in the pews before looking back to Sibylle dul Fontaine.
"Raising the Troubadours back to a position of performing strength. Writing, publishing, producing incredible performative pieces. Dedicating their time, their bodies, and their spirits not just to the Arts, but to the service of Lithmore's people. Together they prove that Marriage is an important marker to making a new life, and more than that, that each milestone is built on the labor of many steps," Sibylle dul Fontaine lifts her voice again, filling her lungs to project for those not so lucky as to be born into a seat in the first row.
P"Today these many steps have brought you to this altar," she alters her tone, seeming more conversational at last to Theodora op Arcenant and Norrig both. This, unfortunately, might cause some hearing issues for those furthest back in the Cathedral. Acolytes carry the message where they might need to. "To start a new life together. The Lord looks so happily on each Union such as this - properly built, vetted by community, and entered into by those so earnest. You have proven to me your compassion for one another, your earnestness to the Faith and the Kingdom, and your happiness and compatibility together. As symbols of the unbreakability of your bond and unity, have you brought your rings?" [Sibylle dul Fontaine]
"Raising the Troubadours back to a position of performing strength. Writing, publishing, producing incredible performative pieces. Dedicating their time, their bodies, and their spirits not just to the Arts, but to the service of Lithmore's people. Together they prove that Marriage is an important marker to making a new life, and more than that, that each milestone is built on the labor of many steps," Sibylle dul Fontaine lifts her voice again, filling her lungs to project for those not so lucky as to be born into a seat in the first row.
"Today these many steps have brought you to this altar," she alters her tone, seeming more conversational at last to Theodora op Arcenant and Norrig both. This, unfortunately, might cause some hearing issues for those furthest back in the Cathedral. Acolytes carry the message where they might need to. "To start a new life together. The Lord looks so happily on each Union such as this - properly built, vetted by community, and entered into by those so earnest. You have proven to me your compassion for one another, your earnestness to the Faith and the Kingdom, and your happiness and compatibility together. As symbols of the unbreakability of your bond and unity, have you brought your rings?" (formatting fix) [Sibylle dul Fontaine]
Huntress Cee glances sharply to the side in some surprise as an acolyte near her rather bravely starts relaying the speech in hushed tones, levelling her quiet, thoughtful gaze on the figure as she glances towards the front occasionally, as if trapped from the real 'event' behind an invisible pane of glass.
Norrig blinks and taps his pockets, then exhales with inmense relief and produces a colorful silver wedding ring set with prismatic amethysts, which he holds on one large, calloused palm face up. He smiles rather goofily as he looks from Sibylle dul Fontaine to Theodora op Arcenant and back, and switches his powerful weight from one leg to the other.
Finally it seems like the wan and emotionless gaze from Edwin Valen shifts into one of some mirth. He smiles, slightly. Teeth part over his white teeth. He sits forward a bit and watches as Norrig pulls out a ring and then glances to Theodora op Arcenant, as though interested in what's going to happen from that side. [Edwin Valen]
Theodora op Arcenant opens and closes her mouth and says in her airy coastal voice, "Yes, Your Holy Honor, I have it," and she opens the flat of her palm to show a masculine silver wedding ring set with pearly music notes. Her small palm quivers just a bit and she breathes in.
Blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair arrives from the south.
Blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair slows to a halt.
"As the ring turns, without beginning or end, so too does your bond to each other. There is no finish to what begins here; there is no start, for by placing these rings on one another's fingers, you are wedded. You are Norrig and Theodora op Arcenant, wedded here before Lithmore and the Lord. Turn to one another, offer your partner your hand," Sibylle dul Fontaine directs, hands moving at last from the altar before her. The Vavardi just can't help a little direction with the hands. "And fit the ring on their finger while making your vows. If the bridegroom would not mind leading us?" [Sibylle dul Fontaine]
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male is idle.
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male is no longer idle.
Huntress Cee blends in with the rest of the crowd after a while, murmuring in her own tongue to some of her redheaded compatriots as she listens to the discounted, dirtier version of the ceremony from the acolyte. Most likely bitching about how their version of marriage is far more fun.
Huntress Cee stands up.
Huntress Cee leaves south, stalking along purposefully.
A huge, noble-looking wolfdog leaves south.
Blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair quietly sits on the most frontal free space she kind find trying not call anyone's attention.
Norrig turns his powerful build to Theodora op Arcenant, eyes wide open and intense on the smaller woman. The Poet Laudate extends a hand to her own and, should everything go as he intends, he places the small ring on the beauty's finger.
"All my life I have been a fighter." he begins, raising his voice to a powerful, masculine soprano, as his golden gaze sweeps the area with intensity, "I have fought and I have bled to protect others for twenty years." he admits, bobbing his head: "And always for coin. Never with a cause, never with pride."
He looks down at Theodora op Arcenant's beautiful blue eyes, and he strains to keep his voice steady: "Theodora op Arcenant, I met you at a very unusual time of my life. I cast off my mercenary cloak for the bardic cut. I changed the blood for the music, the march for the arts, the thunder for dancing. And for you, I will from now on fight only for love. I will be you and your's family's sword -- no, hammer" he smiles for the audience at the stupid pun, then looks back at her: "Your hammer and shield. My my weapons, my heart, my devotion is yours, as you and your lands are mine. I will love, protect and cherish you here and unto death." He offers his own large hand to the bride.
[Action: blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair is sitting listening to the wedding. ]
Norrig gives a colorful silver wedding ring set with prismatic amethysts to Theodora op Arcenant.
As the revelation that the Groom shall be taking the Bride's name is announced to all present, Maura Surgat's brows lift in a little modicum of surprise, however as the rings begin to be exchanged and vows presented, her surprise wears off. [Maura Surgat] [Hidden]
Theodora op Arcenant wears a colorful silver wedding ring set with prismatic amethysts on her left finger.
That much appeared to take him aback as well but with less surprise and more of a stoic expression on Edwin Valen's face again. He listens to the vows being exchanged without much in the way of a reaction. Hard to tell what it is he might be thinking. He runs his tongue over his teeth though quietly. [Edwin Valen]
Prisca Connor frowns slightly. "...o.e. .. ..ch ea...r .. sa. ...n A.-....n-..a.e...."
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend might not always act like a noble -- what with the hanging about in taverns -- but he has clearly studied the art of not showing any expression when he doesn't feel as if emotion-showing would bode well for him.
Blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair looks at the wedding, her attention dreamly focused on the couple as she clearly seems to be daydreaming. A silly smile forming on her face.
Theodora op Arcenant pauses as the ring slides into her finger and she looks up at Norrig and pauses for some long moments and says, "I have been with the Troupe since I was very young, since I was first deemed proper for my first pair of pointe shoes. When I sat in the wings as a chorus girl, listening to the great stories of leading lords and ladies, stories of Love and Bravery, of Beauty and Freedom. But I have learned finally learned Truth. That Love is an action, it is a choice, every day and every moment, from this day and every day."
he swallows a bit and says, "And I promise here to you, and to these fine people, and to the Lord that I will love you this day and all days from now to the Spring. That the world may be a rainbow and the glittering sun or a storm of sorrows, but my heart will be wine and roses. That I will walk where you walk and go where you go, and might we be a story that others can see, for all the Urth is a stage to witness." She presents him with his own ring in trade.
Theodora op Arcenant gives a masculine silver wedding ring set with pearly music notes to Norrig.
It would seem as Theodora op Arcenant presents her ring to Norrig, that Maura Surgat approves of it far more than the ring he presented her, given the approving nod that follows [Maura Surgat]
Norrig wears a masculine silver wedding ring set with pearly music notes on his left finger.
Sibylle dul Fontaine lets the ceremony linger after that exchange for a brief moment before raising her hand and voice again, projecting her words beyond the couple newly wed. "Then I, Sibylle dul Fontaine, proclaim you both wedded before the Lord. May your union glorify the Springs, Lithmore, and yourselves. It has been my pleasure to welcome the op Arcenants to our community."
As it is finally announced Edwin Valen nods his head once and steeples his fingers for a moment, the left hand ruined in scars. He draws in a breath through his teeth and makes the sign of the chalice before lowering his head and mouthing something to himself. [Edwin Valen]
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend also lowers his head and chalices himself; his austere side is showing.
Norrig breathes in sharply and shudders powerfully, then looks at Theodora op Arcenant and smiles like a boy would. A two hundred pounds, two meter-tall boy, that is. He brings a hand forward and aims to pull the bride towards him by her petite waist and, as he has been no doubt expecting, as others have, he kisses her deeply, sincerely, eyes closed and to the applause and cheers of the loud troubadours. This, this right now, is his and her moment, and damnit if he won't get as much as he can from it!
A single, pure tear runs down Norrig's cheek as he kisses his wife. [Norrig] [Hidden]
Prisca Connor claps.
A blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair looks deeply emotional at the ceremony with the silly grin on her face, lened forward as she continues watching.
Theodora op Arcenant blinks as she's caught up by Norrig and looks up at him and tilts onto the tips of her toes to kiss him back. She begins to laugh then as the others in the pews begin to clap or otherwise hoot and holler. She blanches a bit at the addition of an almost air-splitting whistle that echoes the room from Etienne dul Arcenant and she looks over and gives him the most pointed of stares but then puts her little pearly smile back on.
A tall and muscular Vandagan arrives from the south, moving slowly and using a sturdy wooden practice mace topped by a padded round head for support in lieu of their left foot.
A tall and muscular Vandagan slows to a halt.
Maura Surgat watches as the room erupts into a mixture of reactions, nearly all positive in some manner. She herself merely opts to clap in congratulations.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend has treated the whole thing solemnly enough for the time being, so he then decides to start clapping. He doesn't speak, however; noble as he may be, he knows when to keep his mouth shut.
Edwin Valen makes the sign of the chalice again as he lifts his head to the loud cheering of Bards. He claps his hands a few times as the cheer break out. The rather grim young man, being ... rather grim as usual.
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male is idle.
Sibylle dul Fontaine The bride isn't the only one to spare a look towards Etienne dul Arcenant after that earsplitting whistle. Her lips turn for a moment before opening to announce, "With that, citizens of Lithmore, the Order offers its thanks for joining us this day. To express their thanks and joy, the wedded couple have made offer of food, drink, and dancing at the Argent Swan. Congratulations again to the couple, and may the Lord bless and guide you all."
A tall and muscular Vandagan drags their way in amid the sudden round of applause, trying to keep to the back of the room, it looks like. It is perhaps a mercy that the clapping mutes the dull thunk of their mace, sounding with each step as the practice wapon is pressed into service as a makeshift cane.
Prisca Connor stands up.
Prisca Connor leaves a pew among the middle rows. [OOC]
A tall and muscular Vandagan takes a step to the west.
Being a titled noble, Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend is amongst the first to stand. "If Her Holy Honor has dismissed us all, I say we go have food and drink," he says, loudly enough that many (but probably not all) can hear. Sure enough, he is off, after bowing and chalicing, of course. [Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend]
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend stands up.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend leaves a pew among the front rows. [OOC]
Upon Sibylle dul Fontaine's dismissal, Prisca Connor stands, and makes her way towards the door, though doesn't depart, but takes up a spot near it to watch the others leave, and seems to be waiting for something. [Prisca Connor]
Prisca Connor starts to move towards the south.
Norrig waves at the whole audience as he smiles from ear to ear, golden eyes like saucers in his joy. He holds Theodora op Arcenant by her waist against him and says loudly: "Come, let us go to the Swan, there's food, music and drink for all!" Then he looks down to his wife's eyes questioningly.
Theodora op Arcenant now follows Norrig.
Theia le Koralle raises from her seat, offering a light smile and nodding, moving over to move towards the exit, "Yes, I will see you at the Argent Swan." She comments with a light smile.
Theodora op Arcenant joins Norrig's group.
[Action: Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend is leaving the holy space, ready for a party. ]
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend furrows his brow in thought, mentally planning.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend crosses the center of the room.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend leaves south with a very slight limp.
A blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair just stands from her place without really looking around, just noticing the people leaving and following after them.
Etienne dul Arcenant leans over and chatters with some Gentryman sitting nearby him and pats the fellow on the arm with a laugh with an exchange of invitation to the festivities and he rises and brushes down a sharp jacket of midnight-blue velvet with a popped collar and moves to follow after the departing couple. [Join]
Action set to:
Norrig is poised to leave with Theodora op Arcenant, the newlyweds.
Theia le Koralle leaves a pew among the middle rows. [OOC]
Theia le Koralle crosses the center of the room.
Theia le Koralle leaves south.
A blue eyed girl with long wavy dirty blond hair leaves south.
It would seem Maura Surgat has the decency to wait for the couple to leave first, as she ensures to only stand once they have passed [Maura Surgat]
A rangy, hazel-eyed Lithmorran male leaves south.
[Action: Prisca Connor stands out of the way near the back of the pews, seeming to be waiting for something or someone. ]
A tall and muscular Vandagan seems well content to remain where they are, for now, which leaves them heavily leaning on their mace near the entrance, a step or two out of the way of traffic so as not to obstruct.
"Aye I could use a drink." Edwin Valen says with a shake of his head. He pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger as there's also mention of dancing. A wince escapes him but he does not comment on it. Instead he seems to be waiting until the couple moves to leave. [Edwin Valen]
Maura Surgat stands up.
Maura Surgat leaves a pew among the middle rows. [OOC]
[Action: Maura Surgat is just preparing to leave ]
Norrig bows to Sibylle dul Fontaine before leaving, and tels her with a gentle, low voice: "Thank you, my friend. Will you join us at the party?"
Like Prisca Connor, Sibylle dul Fontaine seems to be lingering behind some. With a nod to one of her priests nearby and a motion in the Captain's direction, the Grand Inquisitor's assistant can be seen hurrying off towards Prisca Connor.
Once there the blue-clad man offers, "Might the Grand Inquisitor borrow your company briefly, Miss?"
Back at the altar, she answers Norrig quietly, "It was my pleasure. I'm afraid... I shan't be heading over, at least right away. News I shall have to tell you later, and beg forgiveness for my tardiness." [Sibylle dul Fontaine]
Norrig leans back up and smiles understandingly, then says: "Alright, we will be honored to count you among our guests there. Lord bless." he leaves with Theodora op Arcenant hanging from his arm, more or less, such is his excitement.
Norrig ponders possible routes.
Norrig settles upon the best route to The Crossroads:
::> south south south south south east
[...]
The Domed Upstairs Lounge of The Argent Swan
[Comfortable]
Overhead, a grand dome of stained glass arches, lending an elegant
expansiveness to the space while plush merlot carpets unfurl underfoot, soft
and opulent. Within the very center of the room, a balcony of sorts allows
for one to spy upon the tiled foyer below; and all about that balcony, a
variety of circular tables draped in pearlescent damask and encircled by
chairs with velvet cushions have been scattered alongside low Farin couches
and Vavardi chaise lounges, allowing for many options in seating arrangements
for those who come and go, mingling within the luxurious lounge. Marching
along every wall, grand picture windows look out upon Linden Street to the
east and a lovely hothouse garden located behind the shop to the west.
During the day, those picture windows remain uncovered, flooding the room
with a natural light. But at night, heavy velvet drapes descend and sconces
upon the walls are lit, filling the lounge with a warm, golden glow.
Recently:
(People of all the guilds in the city mill about, chiefly troubadours. They
party, sing and entertain the lively atmosphere. At the center of the room a
large table is filled, bristling with good food and drink, as the courses are
served in turn. )
[ Exits: down ] [ Air exits: none ]
A spacious buffet table is in the middle of the room, filled with food. (center)
A set of polished teak cups with the Merchant's Guild Crest have been set out here. (northern edge)
A cask of "Forbidden Fruit" coffee stout by Capital Brewery is here. (northwestern corner)
A large banqueting table inlaid with golden sheaves of oats stands proudly upon spindly legs. (northern edge)
( 3)A lonely cask of Vasily Popov Patented of Feeling Good Brews Model of 378-WE lies here. (northern edge)
A grand dome of stained glass depicting oscillating suns is spanning the lounge. (center)
A square-faced Lithmorran woman with dark eyebrows is here. [App: 1]
Etienne dul Arcenant is here. [App: 5]
Theodora op Arcenant is here. [App: 4]
A lantern-jawed Lithmorran man with a crooked nose is here. [App: 1]
Theia le Koralle is here. [App: 4]
A delicate, floral scent swirls about her.
Rafaello, a dark-eyed Vavardi male with a stunning smile, slinks through the lounge, serving food and drinks with panache. [App: 3]
Theodora op Arcenant looks like she's forgotten something and then steps down the stairwell quickly.
Theodora op Arcenant begins to descend.
Theodora op Arcenant leaves down.
Etienne dul Arcenant leaves down.
A square-faced Lithmorran woman with dark eyebrows leaves down.
Norrig examines a spacious buffet table.
A spacious buffet table holds:
( 13)slice of strawberry dessert, delicately frosted and dressed
( 12)a ball of croquembouche sweetmeats, part of a larger cone
( 12)an entree of hot onion and potato soup with bread croutons
( 12)a handless clay cup containing a rich, pungent Farin coffee
a set of polished rosewood cups with the Troubadour's Crest
Norrig gets a set of polished rosewood cups with the Troubadour's Crest from a spacious buffet table.
Norrig moves towards a spacious buffet table.
Norrig has reached his target.
Norrig drops a set of polished rosewood cups with the Troubadour's Crest.
Norrig installs a set of polished rosewood cups with the Troubadour's Crest.
Norrig examines a large banqueting table inlaid with golden sheaves of oats.
A large banqueting table inlaid with golden sheaves of oats holds:
Nothing.
Norrig gets the following from a spacious buffet table:
( 12)a handless clay cup containing a rich, pungent Farin coffee
( 12)an entree of hot onion and potato soup with bread croutons
( 12)a ball of croquembouche sweetmeats, part of a larger cone
( 13)slice of strawberry dessert, delicately frosted and dressed
Norrig puts the following into a large banqueting table inlaid with golden sheaves of oats:
( 12)an entree of hot onion and potato soup with bread croutons
( 12)a ball of croquembouche sweetmeats, part of a larger cone
Norrig puts the following into a large banqueting table inlaid with golden sheaves of oats:
( 12)a handless clay cup containing a rich, pungent Farin coffee
Norrig puts the following into a large banqueting table inlaid with golden sheaves of oats:
( 13)slice of strawberry dessert, delicately frosted and dressed
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend arrives from below with a very slight limp.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend slows to a halt.
Norrig uninstalls a spacious buffet table from the floor.
A lantern-jawed Lithmorran man with a crooked nose gets a spacious buffet table.
Norrig turns to Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend and smiles happily, extending his hands to welcome the highborn: "My lord, welcome, welcome. We hope to throw a party adequate to your high station. May I pour you anything?" he asks, "The wine should be arriving shortly."
Theodora op Arcenant arrives from below.
Etienne dul Arcenant has arrived.
A square-faced Lithmorran woman with dark eyebrows has arrived.
Theodora op Arcenant slows to a halt.
Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia arrives from below with the faint chime of musical bells.
Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia slows to a halt.
A black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man moves suddenly, breaking from his hiding spot.
Looking up from his own work as Norrig and Theodora op Arcenant enter, a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man waves happily to the both of them from his corner, beaming as he looks over towards them, and Theia le Koralle as well. "Comrade Bards, Comrade Medicus! Am very good to am seeing you!" a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man exclaims, motioning towards papov. "Hoping am not breeching familiarity, but make special run of brew for wedding!"
He leans over to rest himself on the casks, crossing his arms over one another, a smile on his face. "Hoping that wedding went well!" He says, after a while, eyes shining happily as he looks the two over.
By the time anyone notices him, Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend has entered as well, and a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man graciously places a hand to his chest, bowing to the man, averting his gaze and waiting to be bidden to rise. As is customary, of course.
Theia le Koralle looks over towards Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend when he arrives, "Greetings My Lord ab Leidsfried, I'm so happy to see you." She says with a light smile, glancing over towards Norrig then back towards Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend, moving to say something before she glances over and sees a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man arrive, "OH! Mister Popov, it's good to see you again... When did you get here?" She asks tilting her head softly.
[Action: Theia le Koralle is conversing with those gathered. ]
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend looks, for a moment, a bit perplexed. "Poet Laudate, this is -your day-," he rather firmly points out. "...I don't mean to..." It is the arrival, perhaps of someone -- that prompts this: "You know what? I should depart. Enjoy your time." He glances to the newlyweds. "Enjoy this -time- in your life--it goes more quickly than anyone is willing to admit."
Theodora op Arcenant blinks as a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man steps out of the corner and she puts a hand to her chest and the dainty bride says, "I, oh, Mister Popov, you did not need to do all of this, no? But that is very kind of you. I am sure it will be wonderful," she gives her most pearly of smiles and says, "Please, do have a piece of the cake. The Laudate worked very hard on it, lemon curd and fondant." She blinks over to Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend and says, "Oh, this is no need for all of this, my Lord, please, we are charmed that you have come, do please enjoy yourself."
Norrig looks at the new arrivals with his goofy smile. When Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia makes her entrance the man half bows, murmuring: "Poet Knight, you honor us with your presence, welcome." He leans back up and flicks his gaze to Theodora op Arcenant, waving a bit: "My love, you are here. Don't forget the wine, the guests are thirsty for capuan."
When a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man emerges from his discrete (very discrete) corner, the Laudate blinks and pauses, then maanges a light smile: "Thank you, mister.... you must be Vasily Popov, yes?"
BUT THEN Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend announces his departure, and the man bows deeply, saying: "Thank you for your kind words and visit, my lord, please, Lord bless."
[Action: Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia is just coming up the stairs. ]
Looking back to the casks, a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man's brows raise, and a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man scratches at his chin a bit, cocking his head to the side. "Ehh, Vasily get here... Hour, maybe two ago. You know, make certain to am checking everything was fine, no hidden daggers around place or anything, ha-ha!" a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man jokes to Norrig, Theia le Koralle, and Theodora op Arcenant, beaming to them before clearing his throat. "...Am not, by the way, Vasily check very thorough." He assures the group, a bit more seriously.
It only lasts for a moment, however, before a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man is looking towards Norrig, nodding vehemently, offering him a gloved hand. "Please, am no mister! My name Vasily Popov. Am honored to be making custom vodka for party!" a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man motions towards Theodora op Arcenant and smiles, bowing his head a touch. "Your wife very polite to Vasily in last few months. Vasily very firmly believe that should be rewarded! Ehh... If not by Lord, maybe Vasily can help." a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man admits, letting out a laugh as he looks up to Norrig.
Action set to:
Norrig is welcoming the guests to the party, himself in bardic silks.
[Action: a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man appears to be accosting Norrig for a handshake. ]
From here on you will remember a black-haired and hazel-eyed Vandagan man as Vasily Popov.
A loquacious noblewoman dressed in the latest fashions replies to a bit of gossip, "Yes well, op Valencia squatting like a frog was quite a sight, I mean have you looked at that perfect... ". [Rumor #25]
Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia exhales a very long, very soft sigh. [Hidden]
"I should probably write a letter to my lady wife," is how Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend firmly excuses himself from the reception. "The kid siblings, too -- Lord bless everyone here." He makes a sign of the chalice as he goes. [Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend]
The gentle smile on Theia le Koralle's face fades slightly when Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend mentions he is departing. [Theia le Koralle] [Hidden]
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend furrows his brow in thought, mentally planning.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend begins to descend.
Baron Giles ab Leidsfriend leaves down with a very slight limp.
Norrig looks at Vasily Popov as the man grapples his hand, and he can do nothing else but shake his own back: "Oh, ah, well, the pleasure is mine mister Popov. I am glad Theodora op Arcenant has been kind to you -- please, please, have a bite of something." he tells him, watching the party out of the corner of his eye.
Aside from the musical accompaniment her own attire provides, it seems Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia intended to have hers be a quiet arrival. Sidestepping with a smile and bowed head for Baron Perche as she passes the nobleman, the smile fades somewhat as the woman catches some errant bit of gossip that, wouldn't you know it, trails off as she's crossing through. Resolutely moving forward, Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia acknowledges Norrig and Theodora op Arcenant with a separate bow of her head. When close enough, she murmurs a few congratulatory words then moves on to allow others a chance to converse with the couple. [Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia]
Theodora op Arcenant opens and closes her mouth as the Lord announces his departure and then indeed leaves and she slumps a bit at that and then directs a square-faced Lithmorran woman with dark eyebrows to begin setting up the rest of the drinks about the room. She looks about and says, "Mari, there are far more drinks than people, you best invite others, before one of us tries to manage it by ourselves, no?" She laughs and says, "Well, or all of the cake too."
A square-faced Lithmorran woman with dark eyebrows drops a cask of dul Arcenant elderflower Amontillado.
A square-faced Lithmorran woman with dark eyebrows drops a cask of East Savir Spirits limited Cinnamon-spiced Brandy.
A square-faced Lithmorran woman with dark eyebrows drops a bottle of rich amber-hued Dusollini armganac .
"Honor all of Vasily's! Thank you for am having me!" Vasily Popov exclaims excitedly to Norrig, beaming as the man takes his hand, shaking it firmly for a moment before letting it go. "Vasily will take advice - please, at end of night, feeling free to give away casks, or take home, memory of wedding times!"
With that, Vasily Popov leaves the others alone, finally, happily bounding over to the table in question, looking towards Theia le Koralle and Poet Knight Calanthe op Valencia, nodding to them. "Comrade Theia, Comrade Calanthe, how am the both of you? Am feeling free to of joining Vasily - but I admit, very hungry! Big day!" He exclaims, happily, beginning to fill up a plate as he smiles to himself.
Edwin Valen arrives from below.
Edwin Valen slows to a halt.