Post by 10Tickler on Aug 13, 2011 22:51:37 GMT -5
From space, Devaron is little more than a maze, a labyrinth of Gorgeous cities, separated by lanes and channels of deep blue, near pristine, rivers and vast expanses of e'er green forests. Coming in closer, one sees the planet's true beauty, the cities meticulously clean, the Architecture at one time splendidly vintage, yet still somehow carrying a modern tone to it. It was a planet with a defined woman's touch. A fitting description, considering the strange wanderlust that seemed to overcome each and every male Devaronian.
Keeping with the grand views and junoesque designs, so too were the decorations for the vehicles used to transport the fine people of Devaron, and more breathtaking than any, the grand Riverboat hired by one Gathis Redja for the wedding of her daughter. Ellemaiare had been raised in a fine house, and her mother had not only been a popular regional politician, but a rather reputable businesswoman. Such a life had left more than enough in her coffers, and despite poor Elle's protests, had not only gone through the trouble of acquiring the space for the event, but essentially had coordinated the entire event.
The final moments before the wedding were perhaps the hardest, on both bride and groom. Each worrying about their appearance, each receiving encouraging words...each knowing, it was meant to be. Their love, through the hardest of times for a professional soldier, had survived the tests that the Galaxy and fate itself threw at them. Now, Damien, his hair cut into the short, professional buzzcut, Tuxedo pressed and crisp on the eyes, stood, awaiting the approach of his Fiancee, his truest of loves.
Elsewhere, sequestered away, Ellemaiare's own heart was racing, panicking at the idea of the whole thing. She knew it was what she wanted, her utmost desire being to spend her life with this man, yet her body didn't seem to want to cooperate with the notion quite yet. Her father, as absent as always, had sent a message the week before, blessing the couple from afar and sending his only daughter his love and adoration. It was a nice gesture, the least he could have done really, but more than enough to show his presence, in spirit if nothing else.
She was dressed in the Finest that her mother could find, her dress at one time colorful, yet subdued, the pale tones of the earth and forests casting a splendid display for any who's eyes caught the simple, swirling designs. Not quite form-fitting, it was loose, from the hips, down to her ankles, quite well designed to keep from getting in the way in any shape or form.
The time tolled, the final countdown, as soft, flute-like music began to play, issuing the Light Infantrywoman forth, out the area that had been designated, and into the open, down a broad aisle between the rows of seats. As the tune continued, unfamiliar to the Groom's ears, but not unwelcome, she began to take her steps, each leading the woman into her new life.
What little hair she had, Ellemaiare had braided, down her back between her shoulders, bright and colorful strands of ribbon worked into the design gave her dark brown hair a splash of decoration.
Each step was another step closer to her new life, and as she moved in time with the music, her best friend from childhood moved behind her, smiling the whole way, knowing Ellemaiare's happiness and happy to share in it with her.
There he was, standing and waiting, having trouble concentrating, considering the Jealous whisperings of a Birdlike Droid in his ear. Still, though, this was probably the happiest day of his life.
Keeping with the grand views and junoesque designs, so too were the decorations for the vehicles used to transport the fine people of Devaron, and more breathtaking than any, the grand Riverboat hired by one Gathis Redja for the wedding of her daughter. Ellemaiare had been raised in a fine house, and her mother had not only been a popular regional politician, but a rather reputable businesswoman. Such a life had left more than enough in her coffers, and despite poor Elle's protests, had not only gone through the trouble of acquiring the space for the event, but essentially had coordinated the entire event.
The final moments before the wedding were perhaps the hardest, on both bride and groom. Each worrying about their appearance, each receiving encouraging words...each knowing, it was meant to be. Their love, through the hardest of times for a professional soldier, had survived the tests that the Galaxy and fate itself threw at them. Now, Damien, his hair cut into the short, professional buzzcut, Tuxedo pressed and crisp on the eyes, stood, awaiting the approach of his Fiancee, his truest of loves.
Elsewhere, sequestered away, Ellemaiare's own heart was racing, panicking at the idea of the whole thing. She knew it was what she wanted, her utmost desire being to spend her life with this man, yet her body didn't seem to want to cooperate with the notion quite yet. Her father, as absent as always, had sent a message the week before, blessing the couple from afar and sending his only daughter his love and adoration. It was a nice gesture, the least he could have done really, but more than enough to show his presence, in spirit if nothing else.
She was dressed in the Finest that her mother could find, her dress at one time colorful, yet subdued, the pale tones of the earth and forests casting a splendid display for any who's eyes caught the simple, swirling designs. Not quite form-fitting, it was loose, from the hips, down to her ankles, quite well designed to keep from getting in the way in any shape or form.
The time tolled, the final countdown, as soft, flute-like music began to play, issuing the Light Infantrywoman forth, out the area that had been designated, and into the open, down a broad aisle between the rows of seats. As the tune continued, unfamiliar to the Groom's ears, but not unwelcome, she began to take her steps, each leading the woman into her new life.
What little hair she had, Ellemaiare had braided, down her back between her shoulders, bright and colorful strands of ribbon worked into the design gave her dark brown hair a splash of decoration.
Each step was another step closer to her new life, and as she moved in time with the music, her best friend from childhood moved behind her, smiling the whole way, knowing Ellemaiare's happiness and happy to share in it with her.
There he was, standing and waiting, having trouble concentrating, considering the Jealous whisperings of a Birdlike Droid in his ear. Still, though, this was probably the happiest day of his life.