That Sacred Arrangement....

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Who: wise_maiden and lists_to_port; We are leaving this log WIDE OPEN. So if you are family or friends, you are invited and may mingle or gossip or be all dressed up or get drunk or do the electric slide or WHAT HAVE YOU. Are there any Wedding Crashers in Luceti? Ha!
What: Wedding
When: Monday afternoon
Where: That spot with the lilacs by the river in that meadow west of

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"Hiccup? Son! And..........dragon."

Yes, even on his wedding day, Jack can't keep his eyes off that dragon. The heist had gone relatively smoothly the other night, and he was proud of his son's participation---even if it might take another few moments more for that to register.

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"Hmmm? OH. Oh. It's brilliant, son. It's---I should've done it long ago. When you meet that special girl, Hiccup---there---is there a special girl? At this time?"

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"What? Nonsense! How can the young ladies not be falling over themselves to be with Hiccup. You've worlds to offer, lad!"

Not to mention that criminal mystique, now. Girls like that, Hiccup.

I love your Hiccup so much. XD

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"Longer? Lad, they like it short and sweet and a little poetry sprinkled on top." Jack clearly had left his son alone for far too long. "Don't worry about it just now; we'll have a talk later, like."

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"Throw lovely words about lightly and gallantly and the girls will tumble down at your feet, son. Fact."

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"Oh, of course you do, son. But those things can be said in fine, poetical fashion!"

Yes, Hiccup. Be wary. Be very wary.

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"The trick is, boy, to use as many flowery and cumbersome poetical words as possible to describe the girl's finer features. Her hair. Her skin. Her eyes. Her.....assets."

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"Good lad! There's hope for you yet, isn't there!" Hiccup wasn't such a bad sort of son after all, was he. Jack beamed. He had high hopes for this one, oh yes.