RP:A Perfect Place
Summary: Tiber and Lanara visit a handful of possible venues to hold their wedding at this coming November. The couple decides on Shinnan's Glade in Sage Forest, and cannot wait until their big day!
Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc
(Post 1 of 2) Lanara rises with the sun and excitedly prepares for the day, breezing from the bed to the bathroom, softly humming a romantic ballad. “We are picking our wedding venue today!” She announces to Tiber, whether he be asleep or awake, either way her singsong voice reaches his ears and he’s prodded to get up and get dressed. The witch finishes bathing and brushing her teeth and hair, and emerges wrapped in a towel, as she practically prances to the closet. The bounce in her step and the tone of her voice is an indicator that she’s in a -very- good mood, and it’s because they are taking a massive step towards their future, and Lanara is in full party planning mode! “Corrine will be here soon, so I’ll start the coffee and warm up some biscuits.” The wretch that she labeled her bridal ‘attendant’ is usually enough to set Lana’s expression into one of disgust, but she’s determined not to let anything spoil their special day. Plus, once Corrine goes over the basics and gives them a map, the couple can carry on their merry way towards matrimony preparations! Once clad in a pair of form-fitting jeans, a navy tube-style blouse with sheer sleeves, and a pair of white sneakers, the witch heads downstairs to feed the pets and prepare breakfast.
(Post 2 of 2) The scent of coffee fills the kitchen as Lana lathers each biscuit in butter and honey, and arranges them neatly on a plate next to a bowl of fruit salad. She waits for Tiber to enter the kitchen before she pours them each a mug of coffee, and stands on her tippy toes to deliver a steamy smooch to his lips, “If we weren’t expecting company...Hm… Maybe Corrine will be late?” There’s a lustful gleam in her brown eyes as she deepens the kiss, torn between wanting to head out and look at potential places to exchange vows and wanting to take her dashingly handsome husband back up to bed to do things that should very well be reserved for their honeymoon! “I have -so- many things I want to try…” Lana slowly trails her fingertips down Tiber’s sides, resting upon his belt when there is a loud knock at the door, which then sends Ranger into a frenzy of barking and spinning in circles. “Ugh. It’s here.” Offering her fiance a peck on the cheek, she promises, “We can continue this later. Rain check?” The knocking continues as an impatient Corrine waits on the other side of the door, utterly annoyed that she was somehow conned into this job, but her grimace fades upon smelling baked goods. She follows Lana into the kitchen and shoos Ranger away as she’s not a fan of animals, but she -is- a big fan of Tiber, and so she offers him a warm smile. “Hey, Alpha! I narrowed it down to a few places but there are still some things we need to go over…” All business-like, she offers the couple a list of places and the directions to each, along with a price list. “You need to not only pick a destination, but you have to choose a date, time of day, and how many guests you are expecting. The decorations and such can come later, but you have to figure out the basics first. I also deserve a cut for planning all of this with -her- because this is a huge undertaking!” Corrine jabs her thumb in Lana’s direction, before she snags a biscuit from the table and takes a big bite, her hungry gaze focusing on the Catalian.
(1 of 2) Tiberius had been laying in bed with a pillow over his head to keep out the light. Lanara had been prancing around with the sun seeping through the window. He knew that this was a wake up call, even by her sing-song, gentle tone. “I don’t understand why we didn’t schedule three separate appointments on different days,” his voice was muffled by the pillow like a lazy teenager. Okay, he understood, but really he was just groggy to get out of bed. A honey-colored eye peeks from beyond the pillow as he watches his hottie of a future wife bop around to the closet. He smiles as he watches her, and instantly the backside of her would put a spring in his attitude and the man would roll out of bed. “Alright, I’m up.” Tousled bed head. The man moves to the closet where the witch was before giving her a light, playful pat on the tush before winking. Then, he would move to the bathroom to fix whatever mess he was. Once he was out, the man had a toothbrush in his mouth as he moved about the room. He slips on dark blue straight slacks and a grey sweater before moving out of the bedroom to the stairs. He looks down and calls out with a full mouth of paste. “You know, I don’t think you thought this through. As much as I -love- watching Corrine get bossed around. She also kills the mood,” toothpastes spurts out when he talks, so he slurps it up like the slobber king he is. Then, he is back to the bathroom to spit.
(2 of 2) Finally, the Catalian rushes down the stairs as he slips on a casual loafer to one foot before stumbling into the kitchen. Smooth, Lowell. Though, he must have been since Lanara had been sizing him up. The man sinks tenderly into her smooth lips. He nips her lower lip once or twice before that sly charm reaches his face. “Maybe a little rope would--” he is cut off at the rap on the door. That kills the mood. The man then nods before turning off to grab a mug of coffee. He then turns and takes a biscuit in hand and takes a chomp when Corrine ruins his appetite with her non-stop talking. Lanara talked, but Corrine was… ick. Something about the fakeness set him off into a dazed world where he did not care. He slowly chews and then quirks a brow at a ‘cut’ mention. “A cut of what? That makes no sense, we’re paying for the wedding?” Pause. “Look, you shoved Lanara off a cliff. I don’t let that slide easy. This is kind of your consequence. The least you can do is do this for free.” No kidding. “Let me see those venues, though.” The man looks at the list, “The coast? A beach wedding? Y’know, Lana, Corrine knows her stuff--” Maybe he should be quiet now, so instead he fills his mouth with a biscuit and says with a full mouth, “We’ll see.” Then he sits down with his mug of coffee.
(Post 1 of 2) Lanara is shooting death glares at Corrine every time her smug little face brightens around Tiberius, because she’s more than willing to march right back upstairs and snag the voodoo doll she had made of the wretched woman. Maybe she will drop it in a poison ivy bush on their way out, or perhaps she will leave it beneath the sun for a little baking of her skin. This has Lana smirking, and it’s also around the time that Tiber corrects Corrine and mentions the fact that she had pushed Lana off of a cliff. “Consequences, Corrine. Or as I like to say… Karma.” She doesn’t touch the biscuits, even if they smell and look as though they were crafted from the Heavens, because she needs to be in tip top shape for the wedding! Spooning a little of the fruit salad onto her plate, she glances at the list of places and mentally admits that Corrine seemed to actually put real effort into planning their wedding. “So… I see a forest venue, a beach venue, and also one that’s in more of a country setting with a bubbling brook. Nice work.” She bites into a strawberry and side eyes Tiber, making a mental note of how his amber eyes lit up at the mention of the venue at the coast. “Okay. I am hoping to get married as close to sunset as possible, and the reception will flow into the evening.” Swallowing, she continues, “It will be a smaller scale wedding, some staff from the sanctuary, the Pack, a few of my kin from Kelvar, mutual friends, um… Definitely less than fifty guests, but I can’t give you an exact number. I am thinking about the second or third week in November, because I always dreamed of having an autumn wedding! All that sound okay, Baby?” She nips another strawberry and catches Tiber’s gaze, murmuring something about rope and strawberries in the bedroom, to which Corrine gags, “Ew, Tibarfa. Please. Can we just focus on the wedding?”
(Post 2 of 2) The redhead has a checklist of things she needs to go over before she heads out, so she rapid fire asks the couple, “Best Man? Maid of Honor? Who is giving Lanara away? Officiant? Those are the main three things, oh, and of course the entertainment! Lana! Aren’t you close with that guy from the Backstreet Bards? They would totally perform!” She quickly adds, “Just let me know all of this stuff, and I can head out and start getting things in motion. Of course we can discuss the florist, catering, rehearsal dinner, and all that other stuff closer to the date.” It’s suddenly silent as Corrine stops speaking as she sees the faraway look in her Luna’s gaze and she snaps her fingers before Lana, “Um. You okay?” The witch blinks, “Yeah. I’m fine. Uh… Talyara, my sister, will be my Maid of Honor. As for an Officiant, perhaps one of the High Priestess’ from my Kelvar, or whoever, we aren’t sure of that yet… As for Nick? No! I don’t want BSB anywhere -near- our wedding. That creep nearly killed me a few months ago!” Shaking her head, the brunette looks a little upset at the inquiry she must answer, “No one is giving me away… I will march myself down the aisle.” Daddy issues like nobody’s business are apparent, but her shift in demeanor is enough to shut up Corrine. The redhead glances down at her list, “Okay. Tiber, your Best Man will be? And anything else you need from me?” If they don’t have anything else to discuss the woman will be on her way home, while Tibara heads out to view the venues!
Tiber is invested, but he tunes out a smidge as he finishes off the heavenly biscuit and coffee until he is thrown a question. “November? Yes, as long as we don’t catch the snow early,” he smiles, but he was sure luck would be on their side. “That’ll give us enough time to plan everything, I’m sure. Like Lana said, smaller wedding. More personal that way, anyway,” he did not need any big leagues from Cenril showing up to crash their wedding day. He then gives that smile again as he is caught up in the vision of strawberries and knots and her until Corrine, again, ruins it all. He rolls his eyes. He moves to place his mug in the sink before turning at the call of attention. The BSB. Eyes narrow and there is a glare of disapproval on his face. “I won’t have them anywhere -near- our wedding, nor Lanara.” A cautious gaze turns to Lanara who looks swept up in thoughts and hesitation. No one to walk her down the aisle. He bites the inside of his cheek before moving to brush a hand against the woman’s back in idle comfort. As the redhead addresses him, he keeps a stoic stare and answers more business-like, “Greyson will be my Best Man. As for catering, Lana likes that Chef Whamsey guy. I imagine he’ll do a good job.” Duh, Tiber. Once Corrine nods in conclusion and writes down her notes, she says her goodbyes in her annoyed way before pivoting off in her sigh of ‘distress’. Tiber would then turn to his beloved. “Ignore her, ready, baby?” Then, once Lanara would give the go, the two would be off to their first venue. Enchantment.
Lanara perks up at the mention of Chef Whamsey, because if Bjorn or Ruari doesn’t pan out, Penelope could always sidle up to the blonde cook at their wedding! Thankfully, the redhead shows herself out, and Lana takes Tiber’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, “I was born ready, babe!” After locking up the house, the couple heads to Enchantment, and after a few glances at the map and a couple of turns, they find themselves cozying up to the mystical stream. The foliage is full and will be in full autumnal blossom at the time of their wedding, the bubbling brook is lovely to listen to, and the embedded gems glisten from beneath the water and beckon them closer for a better look. The area affords enough privacy for a wedding, but not enough that someone wandering through the area couldn’t happen upon their event. “Hm… What are your thoughts? I like that it’s so picturesque… But, honestly? The rushing water is a little too loud, and I want us to be able to hear each other's vows.” Not to mention, there isn’t really an area to set up a tent or benches for the guests. Would they be on the opposite side of the bank? The witch walks a little further down the side of the stream and inspects the area closely, wondering where the heck she was supposed to enter from and waltz down the aisle. “Does Corrine expect me to drop from a tree into the water and swim up to you?”
Tiber comes into the clearing with his bride-to-be and the stream of water glistens against the sun. The mysticality is ideal, but there are too many cons to pros. The man sizes up the stream. “The forest and stream is nice, but… it’s not the loudness that gets me, it’s the amount of room and lack of steady clearing to place seating. Plus, we have to get a catering business around here. Easy for crashers. This is a well-travelled path.” Tiber knew it because he crossed this way plenty of times getting around the forest. “You can have a bridal… swim suit?” He makes a terrible joke. “Let’s just not even waste our time. Next place. I want to check out the one in Cenril. Although there will be waves, it’s sort of a romantic thought, don’t you think? What do you say? Off to Cenril?”
Lanara dodges the bridal swimsuit inquiry, because she used to be a swimsuit model for Kreekitaka, and she may have donned a few in her days. She sighs in relief as they both disregard this location, which is ideal for a picnic or a proposal, but not for the main event that will be remembered the rest of their lives. “On to Cenril!” She takes his hand and cannot help but smirk, “Exactly what sort of details did you give to Corrine? If we picked the stream back there, or the beach up ahead, either way I will have to be in a bikini!” She’s jesting, but they have a bit of a trek to their next location, so she fills his ears with thoughts about color schemes, menus, and of course, possible entertainers. “I’m sure we can just hire some of the bards from the school in Schezerade, they can earn extra credit for performing at our wedding? Unless you know someone?” A bit later they arrive along the designated ‘x’ on their maps, and Lana inhales sharply as she takes in the beyond beautiful expanse of beach and land. Sky meets water, the scent of salt mingles with the coastal breeze, and granules of sand crunch beneath her sneakers as she takes in everything this sight has to offer. “What do you think?” Chocolate hues linger on Tiber’s expression, because she wants them to decide on everything together, and if he prefers this over a forest, she wants the truth.
Tiber grins. “Maybe I want my hot soon-to-be-wife coming up the beach,” he teases back. Then, they are off. The trip to Cenril had been easy since that was familiar territory. As they walk and talk about the wedding, he rocks his head back and forth. “There’s some good students at the college. I guess it also depends on what sort of sound we are looking for. Classical, acoustics, yada yada. I am thinking since it’s intimate, acoustics might be nice. A little guitar. A little piano,” he shrugs. “I’ll let us think on it.” Soon enough, the sea breeze hits the man’s face. It smelled comforting, and perhaps that was the draw. Tiber walks across the sand and stares at the sea the splashes and sways along the beach. If Lanara were to look at Tiber, his eyes would be lost in the distance of sea. Grey sea. He is slow to react, but eventually his chin pulls. “I think… you would look gorgeous in a gown that blew in the breeze standing under a simple wooden-carved arch…” He then squints. “But I also think beach weddings are way overdone. Afterall, we crashed one, Mrs. Smith,” he smirked with his soft tone. Although seeming at ease by the air, there were the cons again. “Beach doesn’t go with fall. At least to me. Plus, I don’t want predictability. I want to be surprised by the future Mrs. Lowell. What do you think, lover?”
Lanara is nearly as captivated by the beach as her fiance, and there’s a pang in her heart as she sees that he’s so taken with the ocean. Should she pick this location from the look on his face alone? Undecided, Lana drops his hand and wanders a little ways off on her own, imagining where everything would be located, as well as where they would say their vows. “The only downside I see is that since we are saying our own vows… The papers will be blowing all over the place, and the weather can be unpredictable so close to the ocean…” Not only that, but goodbye to wearing heels in the sand! “Still… It has it’s appeal. Seeing your amber eyes glistening as the sun sets behind the cliff? Hm… Maybe we will have to have a tropical honeymoon, but let's just keep this in mind! It’s not a definite ‘no’ or ‘yes’ at least not until we see the next venue!” The couple spends a little more time near the beach, visiting their favorite local ice cream parlor, and walking past Tiber’s old apartment complex. It’s the middle of the day when they make it back to Sage Forest, and they turn towards the northeast, slowing as Shinnan’s Glade comes into view. A switch is flipped in Lanara’s mind and she closes her eyes as she inhales the sweet scent of the forest, the chirping of birds echoing in her tapered ears, and the feel of the moss covered floor cushioning their footfalls. Opening her eyes, she takes in the sight of the rock walls with ivy looping through the crevices, the stepped waterfall that ends in a brilliant pool of crystal spring water, and the carefully placed archway which is the -perfect- place to declare one's love. Lana sighs softly as she catches a glimpse of a nearly hidden path through the forest, the perfect fit for a horse to come trotting down with a bride upon its back. The image fills her mind that for a moment she stands there with her mouth agape and her eyes growing moist. Tiberius said he wanted to be surprised, right? Plus, Ranger and Aspen already have vital parts in the wedding! Surely, she can arrange a beautiful mare and have it’s mane and tail braided for the occasion! “Wow…” Lana sees a gazebo far off in the distance with a cobblestone floor for dancing, and there are various areas where a variety of stations can be set up to their liking. All in all, this is the prime place to host a wedding! “I’m in love, Ty… Wh-What do you think?” Lana is almost fearful as she turns to look at her fiance, hoping he’s equally as captivated by this little nook of paradise.
Tiber understands the concerns Lanara has with the weather. The coast was breezy, and guests might have an issue as well with dresses flying up and heels dug deep in the sand. The man perks his lips, but he was not as disappointed as his fiance would anticipate. He was a man. He was not too set on the place. If anything, he just wanted to get hitched. He could care less where. The courthouse still stands, if she wanted it. All he wanted was for Lanara to be… Lanara Lowell. His wife. “Oh, romantic with the amber eyes. You secretly writing a novel about me?” He smirks. “We can do tropical for the honeymoon. Or part of the honeymoon. It’s okay, babe,” he leans in to place a kiss on the woman’s temple for reassurance. His lips linger against her head as the breeze blows against them. Whether if it was a ‘yes’ or ‘no’, he had to make sure -she- knew he was okay with anything they chose. He then looks at her. “It’s okay, I promise. Like I said, there’s always the courthouse,” small jest again. Hopefully that would make her feel secure about the next place. The two move on and ice cream is a good move for the Catalian. Lanara is sure buttering him up with the delicious treat and the memories of their past. Bittersweet. As they crept back within the forest, the scent of pine and dirt hit them. A sweet smell of the lushness around them which finally brings them to their third venue. The overgrowth of earth that they come across brings a mystical feel around them, and automatically he is staring at the elven woman before him. Her eyes were in awe, her eyes and tresses blended well with the earth around them. The small waterfall that splashed into the water below brang a sense of… calm. Serenity. Beauty. Lanara would look like an elven… queen. The cobble had been perfect for those in heels and there had been enough space for the caterers, entertainment, and guests. The venue had an intimate feel with the forest that closed in around them. Amber eyes then shift towards Lanara. “I think I’m in love with you.” He starts. “And I think… this marks all the checks in our box. When fall sets in, the leaves will turn… we will barely have to decorate, despite the colors we choose.” He pauses. “Plus, it’ll be easy for drunk Bjorn to find his way home,” he laughs and shakes his head. “Lanara, we have found our venue.”