Post by Lady Ashina Mal'orhe Kansior on Mar 26, 2004 22:39:40 GMT -5
dodgingblocks: Fussing and moving about hte room, Shaine has now started to pass back and forth, he has never liked anything such as a hat much less a crown on his head, so as he walks he is spinning it on one finger around and around. Suddenly three servants rush into the room, stop suddenly as if surprised by his presence, look him up and down, not totally pleased with him, make a few touch ups to his hair, pulling it completely out of his face, and putting the crown back on his head, straightening his shirt, and so on. Within in one good minute Shaine is utterly uncomfortable again, but glowing with both a literal and internal radiance. He likes that they are moving fast for once. only now they are leading him out of the room. "Good" he thinks, "this way we will get everything done with" They rush<C>
ashina_kansior ....intrepid orbs glanced at the awaiting guests as Ashina ascended the dias that would be approached by the High Queen and future King of Ulster within minutes. A slight smile played about rose hued appendages as she ascertained the readiness of the ritualistic clothing that she wore. Slender digits delved into the folds of her robe and a simple silver scepter was placed upon the awaiting podium that stood at the center of the raised dais. She warily eyed the box that was built with two compartments. Each held a simple crown of gold to be placed upon the foreheads of the royal personages who were to be joined on this monumental day. Digits twitched in anticipation, and then Ashina stood tall, watching the door down the red carpeted runway for her Lady and Queen to arrive.
dodgingblocks Him out into the courtyard and into bright daylight of the afternoon, which promptly attacks his eyes after reflecting off the richly blooming trees and foliage. He is stopped and again has a brief chance to look around, yep, it was as he thought, they had waisted no time from taking him from that room, he has gone straight to the altar, and now with a royal and very select audience he awaits his bride. He stands, his hands behind his back half turned to face the other end of the isle, he softly whistles the Hopping Frog song to himself to help him relax as sweat beings to form on his brow, "This will certainly be some in of day" he thinks to himself and keeps whistling. <E>
amadeus_elistarr watched with his eyes constantly blinking trying to get used to the extreme sunlight. Still three years hadn't caused the sun-light's sting to his eyes to fade, damning pain. Covering his eyes a bit with his left hand he continued to try and watch not quite sure of how to watch with the sunlight within his eyes. Turning his head away from such pain he looked around a bit, each orb fluttering back to a hazey sight but yet, still enough to see. Obvious that Shaine is the king, or perhaps soon to be. Amadeus did not know, he had only been invited to the wedding, for what better reason then to go he went. Still, Amadeus was not quite sure of the others, he was still in constant battle as to if he should go back into the Under-dark and join his house once more or if he should <C>
amadeus_elistarr <C> continue his travels upon the surface and continue his profession as a bard and thief acrobat. Scratching his chin some he turned his head back toward the others, the ogre had disappeared he noticed immediatly and that brought him a bit closer to the gathering. Amadeus had that dark elf arrogance to him, a granjure key that adapted to the party or the members of the band that had accompanied him. Still Amadeus moved alone, his dark elf instincts telling him to trust no one. Still Amadeus watched his back for a dagger, still he watched, for what better reason? He was a renegade just as Drizzt Do'Urden once was, but that was clearly out of the decendents territory. Crossing his arms back over his chest after running his two ebon-black skinned hands through the white beauty he <C>
high_queen_of_ulster A harpist is playing idly on the sidelines as well as a flutist and they take the cue that she is coming and she is ushered onto the end of the walkway as petals most naturally start to fall down and group themselves in a swirling dance about her some a soft pink others a beautiful glistening white and others still yellow...she walks down the aisle in the heavy gown that was made for her...complete with the shoes to kill her feet...which can be seen as she walks for she holds the front of the gown up so that she may move and two attendants hold the train which isnt extravagantly long as some would assume...her eyes simply glisten with a radiance that seems to lend more to her appearance...as she approaches the dais she is helped up onto it by Daos (whom got kicked offline by the way),<C>
amadeus_elistarr <C> continued to watch. Awaiting the arrival of the High Queen. He had heard rumors from the common-folk about the marriage, although still he himself not quite su
ashina_kansior ....intrepid orbs glanced at the awaiting guests as Ashina ascended the dias that would be approached by the High Queen and future King of Ulster within minutes. A slight smile played about rose hued appendages as she ascertained the readiness of the ritualistic clothing that she wore. Slender digits delved into the folds of her robe and a simple silver scepter was placed upon the awaiting podium that stood at the center of the raised dais. She warily eyed the box that was built with two compartments. Each held a simple crown of gold to be placed upon the foreheads of the royal personages who were to be joined on this monumental day. Digits twitched in anticipation, and then Ashina stood tall, watching the door down the red carpeted runway for her Lady and Queen to arrive.
dodgingblocks Him out into the courtyard and into bright daylight of the afternoon, which promptly attacks his eyes after reflecting off the richly blooming trees and foliage. He is stopped and again has a brief chance to look around, yep, it was as he thought, they had waisted no time from taking him from that room, he has gone straight to the altar, and now with a royal and very select audience he awaits his bride. He stands, his hands behind his back half turned to face the other end of the isle, he softly whistles the Hopping Frog song to himself to help him relax as sweat beings to form on his brow, "This will certainly be some in of day" he thinks to himself and keeps whistling. <E>
amadeus_elistarr watched with his eyes constantly blinking trying to get used to the extreme sunlight. Still three years hadn't caused the sun-light's sting to his eyes to fade, damning pain. Covering his eyes a bit with his left hand he continued to try and watch not quite sure of how to watch with the sunlight within his eyes. Turning his head away from such pain he looked around a bit, each orb fluttering back to a hazey sight but yet, still enough to see. Obvious that Shaine is the king, or perhaps soon to be. Amadeus did not know, he had only been invited to the wedding, for what better reason then to go he went. Still, Amadeus was not quite sure of the others, he was still in constant battle as to if he should go back into the Under-dark and join his house once more or if he should <C>
amadeus_elistarr <C> continue his travels upon the surface and continue his profession as a bard and thief acrobat. Scratching his chin some he turned his head back toward the others, the ogre had disappeared he noticed immediatly and that brought him a bit closer to the gathering. Amadeus had that dark elf arrogance to him, a granjure key that adapted to the party or the members of the band that had accompanied him. Still Amadeus moved alone, his dark elf instincts telling him to trust no one. Still Amadeus watched his back for a dagger, still he watched, for what better reason? He was a renegade just as Drizzt Do'Urden once was, but that was clearly out of the decendents territory. Crossing his arms back over his chest after running his two ebon-black skinned hands through the white beauty he <C>
high_queen_of_ulster A harpist is playing idly on the sidelines as well as a flutist and they take the cue that she is coming and she is ushered onto the end of the walkway as petals most naturally start to fall down and group themselves in a swirling dance about her some a soft pink others a beautiful glistening white and others still yellow...she walks down the aisle in the heavy gown that was made for her...complete with the shoes to kill her feet...which can be seen as she walks for she holds the front of the gown up so that she may move and two attendants hold the train which isnt extravagantly long as some would assume...her eyes simply glisten with a radiance that seems to lend more to her appearance...as she approaches the dais she is helped up onto it by Daos (whom got kicked offline by the way),<C>
amadeus_elistarr <C> continued to watch. Awaiting the arrival of the High Queen. He had heard rumors from the common-folk about the marriage, although still he himself not quite su