A Very Nexus Reception
Dec. 7th, 2019 04:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smartass_captainTo all the friends of the happy grooms, PINpoint messages have already been sent weeks ago inviting them to expect quite the street party arranged in the commons of the Nexus. Guests have been invited to bring an appetite--both for food and for a social adventure. Nirnish weddings are public affairs, after all. While the ceremony has had to be somewhat sequestered for the sake of keeping the existence of Other Worlds a secret, neither Felix nor Jim would want to leave out their interdimensional friends entirely. Having a reception party arranged in the Nexus became the natural plan of action.
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
Greetings
Food and Drink
Music and Dancing
Bonfire Entertainment
Party Games
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
Overnight large sections of the Commons are transformed via diligent craftsmanship and quite a lot of magic from those who’ve volunteered. Lanterns representing the Divines are hung along every lamp post, bringing at least the idea of warmth even if the flames are too small to heat their surroundings alone. Bardic tunes carry in the air as readily as the scent of food and drink. Past banners of red and black, blue and white the people gather.
For both grooms this is nearly a continuation of the day before. They’ve had the chance to sleep off the nerves of their ceremony. Today is entirely for celebration--uninhibited celebration at that. No more minding what is said and isn’t. No more pretending to be anything other than who they are. Jim’s traded out his Nirnish finery for a suit and tie, garments he’s much more familiar with. Felix is staying with his native clothing; though he may have dressed down a little from his wedding clothes, the conjurer’s dressed in fitted breeches and his best fur-trimmed coat and boots, the soft hide dyed blue to match his tunic. By their side sits the conjurer’s spectral wolf familiar, ears pricked at the gathering.
As the guests find their ways over it will be easy to spot their friends amidst all the decor along with many other avenues with which to enjoy themselves….
((Links to all relevent wedding Prose can be found Here!))
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Date: 2019-12-28 06:29 pm (UTC)"Lady Amelia Ronsam. I'm a friend to both the grooms and a few of your men who have been posted here in the past." More "friend" than friend for the latter, but the distinction hardly matters. Amelia's smile grows a few notches brighter as she inclines her head and shoulders politely to Celann. "Might I have your name as well, friend? It would be impolite of me to speak to a perfect stranger when I can so easily ask his name."
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Date: 2019-12-31 07:09 pm (UTC)Even trained as they are, the horses are shifting about nervously, only settling a bit when the squire talks soothingly to them. He's on the small side, for a teenager, and there's a point to his ears that hints at his ancestry.
"We'll have to move them anyway, sir," he says, and points over to where a rider in black is ambling an honest-to-gods gryphon onto the side of the field. He'd be more fascinated if he didn't have his hands full of upset horse. "Someone's sent that beast upwind of us."
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Date: 2020-01-03 09:38 pm (UTC)"Then let me help now, before your horses are too spooked to participate in the contest." She smiles at Celann and his squire, then hops over the barrier gracefully, her skirts and cloak rustling quietly in a shimmer of fabric as she lands and makes her way over in a single, fluid motion. Immediately her attention shifts to the horses, whom she approaches with soft words and her hands extended palm up.
"It's all right," she murmurs to the horses, smiling as she slows her approach. She knows she'll need to go slow with them if she's to gain their trust. Something to offer them would help as well, but she didn't think to grab any fruit from the tables before coming over to see what the fuss was all about. "I have no intention of hurting you. I'll take care of you, I promise."