From this moment, as long as I live... [ THREAD ; Semi-Open ]
Characters: Garnet til Alexandros XVII, Zidane Tribal, Eiko Carol-Fabool, Cid Fabool, Adelbert Steiner, etc.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: A Royal Wedding, three years in the making.
Location: Alexandria
Date: May 23rd, 1804
Notes: This is just the ceremony proper, and obviously all in attendance would have seen it. The proper reception party-thread will be posted in just a bit. If you want to leave an observation tag, go ahead and start a new thread chain. ^_^
It wasn't the dream wedding that Garnet had always imagined, but in light of the recent circumstances, it would do just fine. At the last minute, things had been scaled back -- Flowers were needed, but hundreds were beyond extravagant. Food was neccessary, but not some lavish banquet where half the dishes would be thrown out untouched. The change in date had many deciding they were unable to attend, and that was just fine with her. The streets had been cleaned, the departed mourned, and now it was time to take a step forward. Alexandria would once again rise from the rubble. She would rise from the rubble and carry forward.
The grand chapel of Alexandria was beautiful, but not overly large, and not meant to accomidate large crowds -- only those who'd been invited individually(and their guests) would be able to fit inside. Instead, people lined the streets, outside their homes and shops, just to catch a glimpse of the bridal procession through the town. It was modest, a simple open carriage pulled by two bridled chocobo, all sides flanked by members of the guard, and the Knights of Pluto. She would be the last to arrive, and it was very hard to endure the looks as they passed through the streets. It had been just long enough that the recent rain had cleared the air, and the scents of spring had begun to replace the burnt smells that had lingered after the attack two weeks prior. It all passed in a blur as two sets of hands guided her down the step of the carriage, and as she left their care, one passed her a bouquet of white roses. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through the open doors.
As Alexandrian tradition dictated, she was A vision in green, all silk and chiffon, adorned in silver and emeralds. Her long dark hair, normally worn down and smooth, was spilling in loose curls from the top of her head, fixed with silver pins, her crown absent. Dappled sunlight through the stained glass windows made the air seem to sparkle. Garnet paused, her eyes adjusting; the aisle had been littered in flower petals, and simple streams of silk had been draped from the peak of the ceiling, to corners of the room. She had no time to look for her friends faces amoung the assembled, or even to lay eyes on the man waiting for her at the other end of the aisle; music raised from the organ in the corner. Garnet turned to her right and there, just as expected, was her Uncle Cid. She visibly relaxed, and held out one hand to him.
There would be no turning back now. She had never considered it, not for a second.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: A Royal Wedding, three years in the making.
Location: Alexandria
Date: May 23rd, 1804
Notes: This is just the ceremony proper, and obviously all in attendance would have seen it. The proper reception party-thread will be posted in just a bit. If you want to leave an observation tag, go ahead and start a new thread chain. ^_^
It wasn't the dream wedding that Garnet had always imagined, but in light of the recent circumstances, it would do just fine. At the last minute, things had been scaled back -- Flowers were needed, but hundreds were beyond extravagant. Food was neccessary, but not some lavish banquet where half the dishes would be thrown out untouched. The change in date had many deciding they were unable to attend, and that was just fine with her. The streets had been cleaned, the departed mourned, and now it was time to take a step forward. Alexandria would once again rise from the rubble. She would rise from the rubble and carry forward.
The grand chapel of Alexandria was beautiful, but not overly large, and not meant to accomidate large crowds -- only those who'd been invited individually(and their guests) would be able to fit inside. Instead, people lined the streets, outside their homes and shops, just to catch a glimpse of the bridal procession through the town. It was modest, a simple open carriage pulled by two bridled chocobo, all sides flanked by members of the guard, and the Knights of Pluto. She would be the last to arrive, and it was very hard to endure the looks as they passed through the streets. It had been just long enough that the recent rain had cleared the air, and the scents of spring had begun to replace the burnt smells that had lingered after the attack two weeks prior. It all passed in a blur as two sets of hands guided her down the step of the carriage, and as she left their care, one passed her a bouquet of white roses. Taking a deep breath, she stepped through the open doors.
As Alexandrian tradition dictated, she was A vision in green, all silk and chiffon, adorned in silver and emeralds. Her long dark hair, normally worn down and smooth, was spilling in loose curls from the top of her head, fixed with silver pins, her crown absent. Dappled sunlight through the stained glass windows made the air seem to sparkle. Garnet paused, her eyes adjusting; the aisle had been littered in flower petals, and simple streams of silk had been draped from the peak of the ceiling, to corners of the room. She had no time to look for her friends faces amoung the assembled, or even to lay eyes on the man waiting for her at the other end of the aisle; music raised from the organ in the corner. Garnet turned to her right and there, just as expected, was her Uncle Cid. She visibly relaxed, and held out one hand to him.
There would be no turning back now. She had never considered it, not for a second.