It took every ounce of discipline that Darius could muster to keep a straight face - a mostly straight face, lest he seem morose on a trial of celebration - as Balthazar and Elisabeth exchanged gifts, poured sand, and, of course, kissed. The bearded Scalvorian knew he was in the eyeline of most of the guests, but despite his ceremonial role of public speaking and vow burning, he didn't want to draw undue attention to himself.
It was, after all, the Blacks' trial.
So as the proclamation was made, and the couple kissed, Darius stepped back, in an attempt to make himself less prominent at the front of the chapel.
He needn't have bothered.
Light filled the room once more, and it became so bright that Darius was forced to raise one arm to shield his eyes. Katara let out a screech from above, but her ward could not see what - if anything - she was looking at.
Even before the light faded and Darius was able to open his eyes once more, he knew that something had changed, for he felt a light breeze brushing against his face. When he did eventually look, he saw that the glass chapel had been replaced by a canopy of nature. He craned his neck as he looked up at the glass ornaments that hung and spun above, reflecting the sunlight.
When he looked down, Elisabeth was looking at him and thanking him. He blushed at the kiss - that had not been expected - and could only reassure her that the honour was his. And then the happy couple moved on to greet their guests, which brought no small amount of relief to their celebrant.
Darius began to make his way back towards the small room where he had prepared for the ceremony, but he didn't get far before he felt someone clap him on the shoulder. He turned to see his friend Oram, and he couldn't hide his delight at seeing the wilderness man again.
"Thank you," he nodded gratefully at the man's compliment. "And no, I had no idea. I only knew the traditions, and Immortals arriving at a wedding is anything but traditional!"
He was still chuckling at that jest as he bundled the last of his possessions into his knapsack in the small room. He could feel a weariness creeping over him - a quick reminder that he had not slept the night before.
He heard a knock at the door and opened it to find Astra and his father standing there. Both of them wore expressions of pride - Josef in his smile, and Astra in the glowing orange of her eyes.
"You see, lad?" the senior Baer beamed. "We said you'd do a fine job!"
It was, after all, the Blacks' trial.
So as the proclamation was made, and the couple kissed, Darius stepped back, in an attempt to make himself less prominent at the front of the chapel.
He needn't have bothered.
Light filled the room once more, and it became so bright that Darius was forced to raise one arm to shield his eyes. Katara let out a screech from above, but her ward could not see what - if anything - she was looking at.
Even before the light faded and Darius was able to open his eyes once more, he knew that something had changed, for he felt a light breeze brushing against his face. When he did eventually look, he saw that the glass chapel had been replaced by a canopy of nature. He craned his neck as he looked up at the glass ornaments that hung and spun above, reflecting the sunlight.
When he looked down, Elisabeth was looking at him and thanking him. He blushed at the kiss - that had not been expected - and could only reassure her that the honour was his. And then the happy couple moved on to greet their guests, which brought no small amount of relief to their celebrant.
Darius began to make his way back towards the small room where he had prepared for the ceremony, but he didn't get far before he felt someone clap him on the shoulder. He turned to see his friend Oram, and he couldn't hide his delight at seeing the wilderness man again.
"Thank you," he nodded gratefully at the man's compliment. "And no, I had no idea. I only knew the traditions, and Immortals arriving at a wedding is anything but traditional!"
He was still chuckling at that jest as he bundled the last of his possessions into his knapsack in the small room. He could feel a weariness creeping over him - a quick reminder that he had not slept the night before.
He heard a knock at the door and opened it to find Astra and his father standing there. Both of them wore expressions of pride - Josef in his smile, and Astra in the glowing orange of her eyes.
"You see, lad?" the senior Baer beamed. "We said you'd do a fine job!"



