02-28-2021, 09:29 PM
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Strange, this concept of fuss and formality. Large celebration for something so... Undefinable yet simple. Love. No doubt a relief to finally share. To finally set in stone. Officate. To finally no longer simply anticipate, but put into motion.
A handcrafted wreath adorned the tiny wildcat's head in honor of the occasion. A small and simple crown of 'ilimas. The crafter, Salem, at her side. A relief, for she couldn't help but feel awkward. Unfamiliar with these stories of romance. Content and proud to be present, to be witness to something pure and happy, but... Out of place all the same. Not a romantic by any means. A passing thought wondering if her father and mother were married in a similar way. On the shore of someplace they loved...
Idly, her paw adjusted the seashell necklace sitting on her chest, throwing an unusually shy smile at her friend and companion. She wasn't very good at weddings.
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Strange. Her mother and Diya had been engaged for some time now. The wedding an event of mounting anticipation. Hope for a good, fresh start. The growing family made official through bonds of word. A celebration.
The growing draconic jaguar put on her best for the occasion. Small tropical flowers braided into well-groomed fur. Lavender and pink bow drapped around her neck, matching the colors of her eyes.
Practically vibrating even as she took her seat. Never good at remaining still, the youth certainly never attended a wedding before. Ears perked. Mitch-matched hues flickering around. Fidgety.
A handcrafted wreath adorned the tiny wildcat's head in honor of the occasion. A small and simple crown of 'ilimas. The crafter, Salem, at her side. A relief, for she couldn't help but feel awkward. Unfamiliar with these stories of romance. Content and proud to be present, to be witness to something pure and happy, but... Out of place all the same. Not a romantic by any means. A passing thought wondering if her father and mother were married in a similar way. On the shore of someplace they loved...
Idly, her paw adjusted the seashell necklace sitting on her chest, throwing an unusually shy smile at her friend and companion. She wasn't very good at weddings.
----
Strange. Her mother and Diya had been engaged for some time now. The wedding an event of mounting anticipation. Hope for a good, fresh start. The growing family made official through bonds of word. A celebration.
The growing draconic jaguar put on her best for the occasion. Small tropical flowers braided into well-groomed fur. Lavender and pink bow drapped around her neck, matching the colors of her eyes.
Practically vibrating even as she took her seat. Never good at remaining still, the youth certainly never attended a wedding before. Ears perked. Mitch-matched hues flickering around. Fidgety.
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