Post by Lisa on Feb 5, 2010 13:23:12 GMT 10
Title: The Chimes
Rating: G
Length: 354 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Part of the Dickens Arc… this time it’s a simple wedding.
Her mama cried on her wedding day – happy, open tears comparable to those she had on the night Kel was knighted. She was not alone, for the lovely Lady Eiralys of Nond also wept openly, clutching the arms of one of her sisters. Kel’s papa, on the other hand, looked solemn. In fact, the only person who looked quite as solemn as Baron Piers was Wyldon himself. (“Maybe it’s a generational thing,” Neal suggested wickedly.)
Wyldon’s demeanor was much altered from her days as a page; gone was the frosty anger she had known when her friends had destroyed the stable. The icy chill that emanated from him in the early days had been replaced with a warmth that she had never found outside of Mindelan. It was comfort, she realized. It had taken her a long time to realize that she was free to laugh with him, free to talk about things other than their duties. As her friends married and started families, she looked to him more and more as a friend. And it was easy, after a time. She hadn’t thought of the fact that he was widowed and she was single until well after the gossips had tied them together.
Now, standing in the Mithran chapel together before the alter and the sun disk, she looked into her husband-to-be’s solemn face and recognized the depth of love in his expression; it had taken her almost as long to identify that love as it had taken to find such comfort in his presence.
And when she draped the marigold necklace around his neck, making the vows to protect, love and honor him, she thrilled at the way the corners of his wide mouth turned up. The chapel bells chimed (not common for Mithran marriages, but done at Neal’s insistence – he knew how much Kel loved bells), and she was pulled close for what she expected to be a polite, appropriate first kiss of her married life. Instead, she was kissed with all the love and intensity Wyldon usually reserved for their most private moments.
Even Neal had to cheer at that.
Rating: G
Length: 354 words
Competitor: Wyldon
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: Part of the Dickens Arc… this time it’s a simple wedding.
Her mama cried on her wedding day – happy, open tears comparable to those she had on the night Kel was knighted. She was not alone, for the lovely Lady Eiralys of Nond also wept openly, clutching the arms of one of her sisters. Kel’s papa, on the other hand, looked solemn. In fact, the only person who looked quite as solemn as Baron Piers was Wyldon himself. (“Maybe it’s a generational thing,” Neal suggested wickedly.)
Wyldon’s demeanor was much altered from her days as a page; gone was the frosty anger she had known when her friends had destroyed the stable. The icy chill that emanated from him in the early days had been replaced with a warmth that she had never found outside of Mindelan. It was comfort, she realized. It had taken her a long time to realize that she was free to laugh with him, free to talk about things other than their duties. As her friends married and started families, she looked to him more and more as a friend. And it was easy, after a time. She hadn’t thought of the fact that he was widowed and she was single until well after the gossips had tied them together.
Now, standing in the Mithran chapel together before the alter and the sun disk, she looked into her husband-to-be’s solemn face and recognized the depth of love in his expression; it had taken her almost as long to identify that love as it had taken to find such comfort in his presence.
And when she draped the marigold necklace around his neck, making the vows to protect, love and honor him, she thrilled at the way the corners of his wide mouth turned up. The chapel bells chimed (not common for Mithran marriages, but done at Neal’s insistence – he knew how much Kel loved bells), and she was pulled close for what she expected to be a polite, appropriate first kiss of her married life. Instead, she was kissed with all the love and intensity Wyldon usually reserved for their most private moments.
Even Neal had to cheer at that.