07-13-2017, 01:14 AM
He had awoken that day with a wariness he cannot place. Pushing his emotions away, he put on his ceremonial robes and had opened the door to see his cousin with the silver and gold paint that their people wore on their Binding.
They were silent for a long time as Beriadan gently painted his dark skin with the symbols that spoke of strength, loyalty, unity, wisdom, and fertility, Beriadan paused and looked at Erumollien with hesitant eyes, the High Elvenking bowed his head.
With a few strokes upon his cousin's bare chest, Beriadan had painted their symbol for love.
Without much words, Beriadan had stood up and pressed a kiss upon his cousin's brow before leaving the room. Erumollien sat there, looking at the symbols so carefully painted, the silver and gold shining under the sun's touch. He closed his eyes and prayed for peace of mind.
It had taken him several minutes before he left his chambers and had gone to his gardens where they had chosen to hold the wedding. There was his high council who all bowed the moment he was seen, he waved them off and tilted his head to acknowledge their greetings. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around.
Lady Mellimeldisiel had given him a gentle smile before she offered to give him her blessings. He accepted and carefully, she wove golden thread and gems into his dark hair, she spoke for a few moments of how his hair was like the night sky before she said that she had finished weaving the stars into his hair. He thanked her and embraced his councilwoman tightly before he continued to go and greet every guest present. From dwarves, to Halfling, to humans and mages, each of them had come and he thanked them for finding time to come to his Binding. King Torsten III and his husband had come, he bowed his head at the Dwarvenking before turning to speak to another guest, feigning excitement about his soon to be spouse.
They were silent for a long time as Beriadan gently painted his dark skin with the symbols that spoke of strength, loyalty, unity, wisdom, and fertility, Beriadan paused and looked at Erumollien with hesitant eyes, the High Elvenking bowed his head.
With a few strokes upon his cousin's bare chest, Beriadan had painted their symbol for love.
Without much words, Beriadan had stood up and pressed a kiss upon his cousin's brow before leaving the room. Erumollien sat there, looking at the symbols so carefully painted, the silver and gold shining under the sun's touch. He closed his eyes and prayed for peace of mind.
It had taken him several minutes before he left his chambers and had gone to his gardens where they had chosen to hold the wedding. There was his high council who all bowed the moment he was seen, he waved them off and tilted his head to acknowledge their greetings. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around.
Lady Mellimeldisiel had given him a gentle smile before she offered to give him her blessings. He accepted and carefully, she wove golden thread and gems into his dark hair, she spoke for a few moments of how his hair was like the night sky before she said that she had finished weaving the stars into his hair. He thanked her and embraced his councilwoman tightly before he continued to go and greet every guest present. From dwarves, to Halfling, to humans and mages, each of them had come and he thanked them for finding time to come to his Binding. King Torsten III and his husband had come, he bowed his head at the Dwarvenking before turning to speak to another guest, feigning excitement about his soon to be spouse.