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♥ Who: Era & Ardbert & OTA
♥ Where: Lup's Fabulous Mansion
♥ When: Evening of December 12th
♥ What: Wedding Ceremony (invitees only) & Reception (OTA)
♥ Rating: PG-13

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INVITEES

{all invitees can bring a +1 if they choose}
• Lup
• Honerva
• Emet-Selch
• Ardyn
• Regis
• Noctis
• Prompto
• Ignis
• Lunafreya
• Lance

The mansion will open to all offworlders who wish to attend the reception — no invites needed for that!

THE CEREMONY (INVITEES ONLY)

Takes place in a cozy outdoor garden beneath a starry night sky. There are comfortable benches set up with enough space for everyone invited, as well as a not-insignificant number of reserved seating for people who cannot attend. The aisle is bordered by thistles, and lit by warm lanterns. At the end of the aisle is a small platform beneath an elf tree decorated with fairy lights.

Carbuncle leads the procession, acting as the 'flower girl' by shaking a basket of petals around as it trots along. It is followed by Era, who is walked down the aisle by Regis, and waiting for her at the end is Ardbert, flanked by her chocobo and his amaro, all looking very dapper in their tailored coattails and ties. She wears a long robe so deep a grey it looks almost black, and her face is obscured by a mask. She carries a artichoke bouquet.

When she steps up to meet her betrothed he lowers her hood and removes her mask. They're both smiling, clearly head-over-heels for each other. Her bouquet is handed over to Seto for safekeeping, knowing Peki would simply eat it (though Peki reaches over with his long neck and promptly eats it anyway).

There is a priest (grabbed at the last minute from the nearest temple) ready to begin the ceremony. It goes quickly and with hardly any fuss. There is no mention of gods or religion—just loyalty, commitment, and love. Hythlo, their amaro chick, is the ring bearer, and does an admirable job (even if he does run to Noctis instead of Ardbert at first).

In the end Era's vows are very simple: "I love you."

Ardbert abandons the vows he came up with earlier, following his wife's lead with an equally simple: "I love you, too."

Their first kiss is short and sweet. Ardbert has his fingers twined with hers and she can't stop blushing, looking shyly down at the ring on her finger. Familiar with her discomfort in being at the center of attention, Ardbert jovially ~~pulls the aggro~~ calls out:

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go eat!"

THE DINNER (INVITEES)

The meal will be held place in a second room made to look like another section of the garden from the ceremony. The dining tables are rustic picnic benches lit by warm candles in crystalline cups. Overhead is a balcony of arched branches, decorated with fairly lights and strings of crystalline beads (1).

Now devoid of her robe, Era wears a dress with flowing skirts that glitter like the night sky and a top as white as the Light that joined her and her husband together as one. Her hair is loose for once, and her auracite pendant hangs openly from her neck for all to see, as well as the scars on her back she rarely reveals.

The meal is largely made up of hearty, traditional foods like creamy lamb stew, potatoes of all kinds, myriad other vegetables, warm and buttery dinner rolls, various beverages (including both pomegranate and caelumfruit wines), etc., though if there's nothing that tickles your fancy available one of the moogle attendants will do their best to fulfill specific requests. The dinner will be served up to a maximum of nine courses, so hopefully you brought an appetite. Era sure did, and can be found stuffing her face alongside Ardbert in a way most unbefitting a bride, but very fitting for a Warrior or Light.

At the end of the meal they cut their two cakes (one apple-pomegranate and one ice cream), and when Ardbert smashes a slice of cake in Era's face he smartly chooses the non-frozen one. Despite having agreed to smashing cake in each other's faces Era is so excited to eat cake that it completely slips her mind, leaving her blinking up at Ardbert in utter confusion as bits of cake fall on top of her plated slice. (She finds it all very funny once she clues in, as does Ardbert).

**note: invitees will have their dinner first, but there will be food available throughout the reception! it just will be more of a buffet than a proper dinner.

THE RECEPTION

The main reception hall is a recreation of the main hall of Fortemps Manor, albeit a little smaller (1, 2, 3, 4). There is plenty of seating for those who wish to relax in a comfortable chair, or some peace and quiet to snack on finger-foods.

To the left of the main foyer is a medium-sized room with bright, focused lighting suitable for excellent photographs. The garden area is where one might go for that sort of background, but in this room guests can choose from a number of options - a few spots somewhere in Havenwell if they want a more grounded picture, or a different city entirely, an ocean view, a crowded party scene... plenty to choose from. Whatever is selected will be magically projected onto the opposite wall and floor where anyone can pose.

Prompto has been asked to act as the wedding photographer, though he won't be constrained to this room, so guests may have to find him or someone else to help. If they do not have a photographer handy, they can pass their camera or communicator over to one of the mansion servants who is standing by at the door, a semi-translucent floating moogle. The moogle will politely take any photo that the guests ask for until they're satisfied.

On the opposite side of the foyer is a large square area with a beautifully patterned floor, tiled and sturdy, well-suited for dancing or moving about, if guests wish to spend a little time prancing in their lovely outfits. Small cocktail tables and comfortable chairs line the outside area for when you need to rest your feet, and one corner has a band of moogles playing music, switching instruments in and out as needed between songs depending on the mood they're going for. None of them are singing, but there is a microphone if anyone feels like getting... impromptu. Just don't ruin it for everyone else... the moogles also double as bouncers on command.

A small room off to the side of the garden acts as the combination restroom/powder room, with segmented areas for privacy as well as a space to freshen up, cool down, and escape the rest of the party for a bit. It's as fancy as the rest, all marble and gleaming tile, clean and softly-lit. Imagine the nicest hotel bathroom you've ever seen, and that's about what to expect from this room.

MANSION NOTES:

• anything taken out of the mansion that was created within it will dissipate into smoke once passing through the portal, so no food, furniture, or servants can be stolen. (go ahead and try, though.)

• though only a handful will be visible and working at any given time, there are 100 servants hiding in the woodwork somewhere. anyone who causes enough of a ruckus that the bride and groom wish them to be removed will immediately be swarmed by moogles and tossed out the door.

• the mansion is active for 24 hours or until dispelled, so feel free to party as long as you want, unless the happy couple (or Lup) decides it's time for you to go the heck home already.

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[He makes a soft and pleased noise against her lips, returning it gladly, grateful that his attempted cheer has her relaxed enough to join him in this willingly, without having to force a smile or push herself. At least, he hopes that's the case. He's not exactly trying to distract her away from the whole problem, but if at the very least he can help her realize that she doesn't need to change herself with him, that the doubts she's feeling have no weight on their relationship... that's enough for now. The rest, they can work on.

He lingers close after the kiss ends, content to watch her expression and smile softly at her... then it shifts to a look more deviant, and he ducks down to scoop her up in his arms, around her back and under the knees, standing up straight afterwards - albeit with a little more effort than usual, since he'd spent the night eating and has had some wine - and smirking at her.]

In that case, her Ladyship is coming with me. No takebacks.

[He's already moving towards their place again, oops.]

[ She's rightfully cheered up.

Pyra's arms circle around his neck to support herself, and as he adjusts her in his arms, she lifts her head just an inch to place a warm kiss to his cheek.

....Is he really going to carry her like this all the way back. She's worried he'll stumble and fall. It's cold out, what if there's ice--? But fine, she'll trust him that he can do this, too. Giggling, she replies in an exaggerated fashion: ]

Oh, his Lordship is so strong! Just where doth he bringeth me?

[ ...Except she wants to clarify that him being strong is no exaggeration. ]

[He'll carry her as long as he can, at least... he's committed to the bit now. Though thankfully since they all live in the fancier neighbourhood, their house isn't very far from where Era held her wedding. And if they stumble... well, maybe it'll be funny. Either way, he's keeping the pace up, because he's not built for endurance running. Sooner they get back the sooner he won't have to worry about every way this can go embarrassingly bad.

His breath is short as he responds, in part from the effort but mostly because he's trying not to laugh at the absurdity.]

I guess you can still have the run of the house if you're not going to try and escape... but I kinda want to keep you close. Greedy trolls don't like sharing.

Regis shakes his head. He can't agree this isn't her day, but at the same time, he's not surprised at her saying it. Still, arguing won't change her view, so he just focuses on her question.

After all, he loves talking about his wife.

"It was organized chaos, but also a great relief in a way. We didn't marry until after my father died and I took the throne because my father never liked Aulea. She refused to be cowed or impressed by him. Most people loved her as much as I did, though, so we all were thrilled when she was finally able to take her rightful place at my side."

[ Quite a description, and she ponders it for a moment. It was only on recent travels with the Fleet and far away from her own universe that she even had an opportunity to step upon a beach and know one by that sort of description, but it has still been considerable time, for the descriptions to come together, while she thinks a little more of the backgrounds in Prompto's images, if any of that would come to mind... vague, still, though the description helps; much is unfamiliar but it is similarly stirring, lends a sort of personality to the backdrop of the music. ]

It sounds like a place you have fondness for. Or perhaps the place it is meant to be an homage to. A... home away from home?

[ That was the context of which some would speak of vacations, she thinks. Or of a place that might resonate strongly to leave such a favorable impression. Though she hopes she has not presumed too much, she knows those from Eos carry many complications within themselves. ]

I've no doubt you will. For my part, I'm glad for the excuse to keep up with my own practice. It's been a long time since I last sparred with someone, or needed to use my trident for self-defense.

[Lunafreya sincerely hopes that Era finds such a solution. She can already tell she would be a formidable but loving mother.]

If this party continues to be so delightfully energetic, then there just may be— for me, at least. I must confess most of the parties I've been to before were dreadfully dull in comparison to this one.

[Waltzes are easy and sedate...but freestyle dancing is definitely not!]

Truthfully, I only stopped there several times in my travels. And while the luxury of it felt much at times, I still enjoyed my stays there. They were rare chances to relax and take advantage of the spa.

[To say nothing of the fact that stops at Galdin Quay meant that Umbra took less time delivering her messages to Noctis (never mind that he was a Messenger capable of bending space and time in the first place), and that was reason enough to like it.]

My home Tenebrae was extremely lush and mountainous in comparison. There wasn't anything quite like it in Eos.

"Hadn't she already been by your side for years by then?" Era asks, somewhat incredulous.

"What was it like, when you saw her for the first time as your bride?"

...I suppose if it's a dinner party those are quite dull and lack in dancing.

[ And given how she dances now, upbeat and improvised to the music with an almost absentminded ease, it's not hard to guess which type of parties she has a preference for. ]

The seats in the main hall are wonderfully plush for resting on. My father enjoyed having luxuriously comfortable seats for any guests.

Ooh, trident, huh? Don't suppose you're any sort of water elemental?

[ She considers the description. She has not heard of Tenebrae specifically, though it does bring to mind something else. Lush and mountainous... it is vaguely nostalgic, even if her memory does it little justice. It brings to mind certain flowers... and other flowers she was familiar with, here. ]

Tenebrae... Would that be where sylleblossoms originate from, by chance?

Yes, it is. The climate there was well-suited to their growth. I'm sure you might know that Ardyn has grown a small garden of them here in Havenwell. They are lovely, but it doesn't quite do justice to how stunning an entire field of them looks, as far as the eye can see.

Not quite. I would say I am associated with Light more than any other element. No, the trident was favored by those in my line of...occupation for many years, so the same was expected of me.

Ardyn certainly has, and Pyra as well. She and Noctis have... even offered me a few to tend.

[ In part because they had been looking after some of her own... flowers, and they had looked nice together in the garden where they'd all grown a bit wildly thanks to the previous spring's cleansing rain. Still, she says this carefully, because sometimes one does not know... how much one knows about others, or how much is safe to say. ]

Though I certainly imagine they must be far more stunning in their natural habitat. And quite... significant for your people.

[A small, rueful smile flickers over her face, and her fingers slide over the smooth surface of the piano keys, gentle and thoughtful in her playing now.]

Oh, yes. For our people, and for me, personally. They are most commonly associated with the line of the Oracle, which had been my highest duty and title before coming to Havenwell.

But perhaps you already knew that, if you know Ardyn and Noctis well.

[There's nothing accusatory in her tone. If anything she's curious just how much Honerva already knows about Eos.]

[ There's some ruefulness of her own to be had for it, an honest dip of her ears. Noctis had said they were important to the Oracles, that Oracles were important to the family, and it seemed painful for him to discuss that any further... and Aera had been the first, a woman that Ardyn had loved. And lost. Where Luna had fit into that in her present, she hadn't been fully aware; so it seemed better to hear from the woman herself. ]

If it helps, most of our focus tends to be on... what is here, and not so much what is not. So we do not often discuss details like this, unless it becomes... unavoidable in a moment. As soon as you mentioned your home, it seemed to fit with the pieces I had, is all.

He is a wise and considerate man indeed. I may have to make use of them later.

[Lunafreya's face is flushed from the excitement of their dancing, so she definitely looks like she could use it soon.]

[A quiet laugh leaves her.]

I see. My reputation preceded me back in Eos, but I hadn't expected that to be the same here. Though with Noctis and the other Lucians being so well-known as they are, perhaps it was inevitable.

[Not that it matters much, in the end. She is an Oracle no longer, for better or worse.]

To be fair, there are not so many Otherworlders here to have a large population in comparison to where we would somewhere else.

[ They might be in a city, but when most of the population have adopted steel robotic forms and all stuck to the same general location, it is easy enough to tell who isn't. ]

Most of us have been here for a considerable length of time, and those from Eos have always had a larger number of people connected to another than most.

[She makes a small surprised sound at that bit of news.]

Truly? I hadn't expected that at all.

[Is it the Crystal's doing? The Eosian gods or the Havenwell ones? She has to admit that the whole group of them are quite closely tied together by threads of destiny and fate leading back to Noctis. Perhaps it means everything or nothing in the eyes of those who brought them here, but it seems fitting they would all find their way here eventually, if this is where Noctis landed after everything was over.]

And you, Honerva? Is there anyone from your world here with you?

[ And there it is, back to the oddly complex question she's been dodging in and out of this talk, but there's at least a simple enough answer. ]

My family is here.

[ Present, even, at this very party, as she indicates them. ]

Lup, though we are now missing her twin brother... and Lotor.

And I apologize for my assumption... Though I'm still suspicious if you even know how to enjoy yourself, you know.

Perhaps that is a mystery for the ages.

[ She tests the braids again, comparing her handiwork to the image. Not quite the same; she's not as practiced as Lup, but she has had considerable practice with Lup for it to hold together. ]

What kind of occupation is that?

[Fighting as a family business? Wouldn't be the first time she's come across such a thing.]

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