RP:Today Was A Fairytale

Summary: Tiber and Lanara elope at Shinnan’s Glade, in Sage Forest, on the twenty-seventh day of November. It’s not the huge wedding that they originally planned, but they vow to have a huge party with all of their friends in the near future, once they settle some serious issues amongst the Pack. Talyara and Greyson serve as the maid of honor and best man, as well as witnesses. Queen Lunalesca of Enchantment is the officiant, Ranger is the flower pup, and Aspen is the ring bear. There are also a few guards and bards that have been sworn to secrecy, as well as an artist that draws the couple exchanging their vows. The private wedding goes smoothly and the beautiful couple are excited to start the next chapter of their lives together as Mr. & Mrs. Lowell!

*Quote is by Unknown. Greyson was npc’d by Tiber and Queen Lunalesca was npc’d by Lanara.

Part of the New Moon, New Motion Arc

From This Day Forward

(Post 1 of 3) Tiber :: Once the couple packed their bags and parted for the rest of the day through the evening, Tiber set off to run the errands needed for the elopement. Through the stretch of Kelay, the man waves down a carriage in order to carry his luggage and suit around the area and to Cenril. The first pit-stop, Shinnan’s Glade where the owners are getting ready to kick the public out, so they can work on their private event for the evening. A young blonde lady is kindly gesturing people away from the venue before Tiber comes rolling out of the carriage. “Hey, wait!” Pause. “Sir, we have a 50th wedding anniversary vow renewal tonight, and I need the public out. They paid quite a cost to rent out the place.” Tiber holds up a hand. “I need this venue for tomorrow for a wedding. Please tell me no one has it.” The blonde, Hope, who looks like she has always been the bridesmaid, but never the bride, raises a brow. “Sir, we had a cancellation, but you can’t just waltz in and take it when there are other people in--” she is cut off by him. “Queen Lunalesca of Enchantment is officiating the marriage. Are you going to say no to a ‘Queen’?” The blonde girl’s mouth is gaped, and so speechless that she penciled his last name in. November 27th--The Lowell Wedding.

(Post 2 of 3) The next priority was to send word to Greyson and wait for him to travel to Cenril to meet the man at the Whalers. In the meantime, Tiber travels to the inn and checks into a large suite. A moment passes by where he feels a pang of guilt. Should he have treated Lanara to the Cenril Inn instead of the Green Fairy? The guilt is forgotten, however, as he looks at the complimentary drink provided and the large claw bathtub in the restroom. This would do; this would do nicely. The man then travels onward to meet Greyson at the Whalers. He fills the man in on the plan. “Thank the Gods you’re getting hitched without Corrine. She’s a nightmare,” Greyson says. Tiber then adds. “Yeah, but I need a favor. You need to ask that guy to come and sketch out the day of our wedding. Lanara’s request.” Greyson nods to confirm, and then the two men for the rest of the night celebrate and drink together. Maybe too much alcohol, but the excitement and thrill of tomorrow’s wedding have the men over the moon. Tiber’s getting hitched. Greyson is the best man. Greyson was like the brother Tiberius once had.

(Post 3 of 3) The morning of the wedding, grey drenched the room. Droplets. Rain. When it rained, it poured, but rain meant… luck. Good luck on one’s wedding day. Today is the day. The Lowell Wedding. Honey-glazed eyes open to drained beer bottles and last night’s room service food. Despite the small pain in his head, he cannot even dwell on it because all he could think of was Lanara Banks. What was she doing? The nerves sink into the man. He would be waiting for her. Yearning for her. His bride-to-be. Tiber rolls out of the bed before moving to the bathroom to see Greyson sleeping in the bathroom. Tiber picks up one of Greyson’s socks and throws it in the man’s face to wake him up. “Get up, dude. We gotta still pick up a suit for you and get to the venue.”

(Post 1 of 3) Lanara :: After Tiber had left the Lowell Estate and headed for Cenril, Lanara had finished packing up all of the wedding essentials and headed for the animal sanctuary. Once there, she selects one of the tamest and most beautiful mares from the barn and orders Venin to have its mane and tail braided by morning. She orders the caretaker to have the horse saddled and left in the paddock but doesn’t give any further details, as it’s best that everything remains private. Next, Lana heads to the bakery to order a small sheet cake with the word ‘congratulations’ iced on it, as well as a few bottles of strawberry champagne. She slips the shopkeep some extra coin to deliver the order to Shinnan’s Glade an hour before sunset, along with some plates, silverware, flutes, and napkins. A letter is quickly written to Talyara and flown by winged carrier to Frostmaw, in hopes that she will serve as her sister’s maid-of-honor. She then begins the journey to Enchantment, so that she can stop by the florist and meet with Queen Lunalesca.

(Post 2 of 3) By this time, Lanara’s desire is waning and she’s wondering if perhaps Tiberius had rejected her because he’s not ready to get intimate. What the heck does this mean for their future!? Is he no longer attracted to her? Does he keep thinking of that kiss he shared with Corrine? How can he want to marry her but not spend a night of passion, especially after waiting more than a week since they’ve last touched!? Lana’s second guessing everything and what if scenarios are playing cruel tricks on her mind, so much so that she has a panic attack at the florist. Thankfully, the shopkeeper is a sweet elderly lady and she helps the witch design a lovely festive bouquet that is perfect for an autumn wedding. The two share a cup of tea and before long Lana’s worries have dissipated and she calmly prepares to exit the shop when the old lady grabs her gently by the wrist. “Here… I have a feeling you need something ‘old’ and ‘blue’ for your special day tomorrow, Dearie. It’s not much, but it’s been in my family for centuries and I don’t have any remaining relatives… Don’t worry, it’s been washed before each use! I want you to have it.” Lanara’s eyes widen as she hasn’t mentioned that she’s eloping, but somehow this woman has figured out their plans, and she’s offering a gift! A pale blue lace garter is slipped into Lana’s palm and her lips slightly part in awe, before she pulls the stranger in for a tight hug, “Thank you -so- much!” She had nearly forgotten about the old, new, borrowed, and blue tradition! Even though they aren’t having a handfasting like back in Kelvar, she hopes to follow out the more modern traditions that are held in Lithrydel.

(Post 3 of 3) At long last, Lana arrives at the castle and is graced with an audience with Queen Lunalesca, and in a matter of seconds the fairy is flitting into the room and the women are embracing as though they haven’t seen each other in years. Lana quickly explains everything that has happened since they last spoke and she begs the woman to officiate the wedding, expressively pointing out that everything -must- remain private. Lunalesca’s eyes grow wider with each detail she learns about her favorite little witch and she feels herself getting emotional as she’s asked to officiate, “Of course I will do this for you and Tiber! I will also arrange a marriage carriage to whisk you two off after the wedding, as well as bring along a few of my best trained guards to watch the perimeter of the glade. The pixies will do your makeup, nails, and hair, and I have a troupe of bards that can play some music and the traditional wedding march! Anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask! Now. Come along! You will stay at the castle tonight and work on your vows, I will make sure you aren’t disturbed.” As the pair walk arm in arm through the many halls of the spacious castle it dawns on Lanara that she has a new gown and shoes, an old and blue garter, but she’s still missing one vital piece of tradition. “Ugh. I still need to ‘borrow’ something! I -hate- to ask, but do you have anything or know anyone that would lend me something special for tomorrow?” The fairy is deep in thought as she shows Lana to her room, and she offers a kiss upon her brow, before she departs with a pat upon her arm, “I’ll think of something, I’m sure.” After finishing up her vows, Lana falls into a restless night's sleep, as she keeps thinking about all the things that can go wrong. What if Tiber leaves her stranded at the altar?! Eventually, her worries exhaust her into a heavy slumber and when she awakens there is an elegant and obviously expensive necklace resting upon the bedside table. Queen Lunalesca’s necklace that she was gifted at her coronation!!! It’s a thin rose gold chain, with a rose gold heart pendant, and running through the center of the heart is the infinity symbol encased with diamonds of the highest clarity. It’s at least four carats and the most expensive piece of jewelry that Lana’s ever touched, let alone worn! It would be an insult to deny the Queen’s offering and so Lana carefully latches the necklace in place and prepares to go and see the pixies to get beautified for her special day.

You Shall Not Walk Alone

Tiber :: At the venue, outside of the tent, the rain slowly comes to a stop. The sun begins to creep through the clouds and it casts rays over the overgrowth of the venue. Next to the venue, two large tents are perched opposite of each other in the glade in order to not risk seeing the other person. In one of the large cream tents, Tiberius Lowell stands in front of the long mirror as he fixes his tie. Amber eyes stare into the reflection with a stoic expression. The nerves are still present, and his heart palpitates as it was hard to concentrate. In the other tent, the Kelvarian lingered. Was she scared? Backtracking her thoughts of marrying him? What had happened in the span of twenty-four hours? Or… was she uneasy without him too? A hand reaches out to press down on Tiber’s shoulder. Greyson stands in the mirror behind him. “She loves you. Word says she’s here. This is it, dude. You’re getting married today. Don’t run on me, now,” the dark-haired man grins. “Also, Lanara’s fine looking sister is here too. Too bad she’s taken. Can you find me a Kelvarian?” Clearly, the Beta is trying to lighten Tiber’s nerves. Tiber musters up a smile and turns and Greyson says one more thing… “Tiber, I just… I’m glad you and Lanara have accepted me into your life and I’m a part of your story. Go get her, brother.” The Catalian’s smile fades and automatically reaches out to give the dark-haired man a firm, bro-hug. Tiber does a few pats and then suddenly a tiny voice, the blonde, Hope, is calling outside of the tent. “We’re ready in five. It’s time, boys.” Greyson looks at the tent door before looking back at Tiber. “Yeah, you aren’t going anywhere until we fix that tie. You're normally a pro at ties? Kelvarian got you tied up?” Another lame pun from Greyson Briars. The best man adjusts the crimson tie before patting the Catalian’s chest hard to get him ready to waltz out that tent to marry the witch.

Lanara nervously looks in the mirror as she hasn’t been allowed a peek at herself since they arrived on the grounds of the venue. The pixies had meticulously painted her nails, curled and pinned her hair, and artfully enhanced her looks with the finest makeup in the realm. No expense was spared and Queen Lunalesca stood outside the tent, barking orders at everyone, before she wandered off to ready herself for the wedding. Everyone has been sworn to secrecy and threatened with death if they are to spill the secret of Tiber and Lanara’s elopement, and when the fairy issues a threat, they are not to be taken lightly! The guards surround the premises and Tiber is in a tent on the opposite side of the glade, so that the groom cannot see his bride until she makes her journey down the aisle. Lana is helped into her gown and steps into her heels when the rune tattoo on her wrist begins to hum, and she instinctively knows that her sister has arrived. As if on cue, she turns around to see the flap of the tent open, and a petite woman in a burgundy dress enters, “Taly! You look stunning! I’m so glad that you could make it, and on such short notice. I cannot do this without you! I’ve already had six panic attacks in the past few hours and if Queen Lunalesca makes me drink any more calming potions, I’m going to pee in my dress as I walk down the aisle!” Lana ushers the pixies out of the tent so that she can have some alone time with her sister, and she receives all the reassurances that her tapered ears can handle. They chat until the first string of the violin interrupts and Lana squeezes Taly’s hand as they prepare to exit the tent, “I love you, Taly… Thank you for always standing by my side, and I just know that this time I’ve gotten it right. Tiber will be standing at the altar and I will be Mrs. Lowell!” Her big brown eyes grow misty, before she heads in the complete opposite direction of where the wedding is being held. There is a small forest path to the left of the venue, and waiting for her is the horse. Lana doesn’t have a father figure in her life, so rather than walk down the aisle alone, she has decided to be given away by one of the Goddess' finest creations; a majestic horse.

Your Heart Shall Be My Shelter

Tiber :: Fall had done it all. There were only a few add-ons, for the overgrowth had done most of the decorating for the two eloping today. The vines that creep through the open archway slowly change to a mix of burgundy, dark green, and yellow as they layer the venue. Walking in, the rustic stones sit and at the edge, Hope had placed some snipped overgrowth of vines to layer on the rustic stones to give the benches a pop of color, although there were no guests. The venue was mostly shown off for the Queen of Enchantment. It was a great advertisement for the venue, so it had to be perfect although it was an elopement. The silverwood altar that sits in the front is replaced with a golden circle to match the autumnal colors. The niphredil that originally had swarmed were replaced with fall wheat brush and a mix of burgundy, orange, and cream-colored flowers, and of course, pops of greenery. Orange and cream roses, cream and burgundy dahlias, and pops of peonies. Those accented lush flower bushels are in two separate places on the arch. One large. One small. Opposite of each other. A sheer rustic orange curtain drapes down off to the side of the arch for alternative style. Branches linger in that canopy as a simple pair of birds tweet and nestle in the nest above the overgrown arch as they watch the marriage. On a dais, the officiate lingers waiting for the couple to make their entrances. The Queen’s eye level is equal to the couple who is about to approach them in entrance. Hope gasps in awe as she notices the Queen of Enchantment. The Catalian did not lie. Soft water splashes down the rockwall that is off to the side into the pool. The sunset gleams a reflection off the pool, and the sun also brings out the golden set of the venue. The oranges, burgundy, creams, and yellows are more vibrant. It was golden hour. The good luck rain had cleared. It was the perfect setting. Off to the side where it was not taking away from the setting, had a set table that had a golden tablecloth and a cake plated on a platter with an ice bowl of champagne. The champagne that Lanara had snagged prior to the elopement. A single man sits on the front-row bench in an old brown suit and an old withered, fancy hat. A familiar man. An old dark-skinned man with a sketchpad. A man to create memories. The people who ran the venue are rushing around the area putting on the last minute touches while Queen Lunalesca takes over. Along the other side of the venue, rests bards a violinist with a deep, oak violin, and a pianist with a dark oak piano ready to play for the mini ceremony despite the lack of crowd. The bards have nerves due to the pressure that was put on them from Lunalesca, but with the nerves, they are in the perfect headspace to create beautiful melodies.

Queen Lunalesca walks down the aisle with her head held high and her shimmering gossamer wings fluttering against her back. Her long hair has been piled at the top of her head into a ballerina’s bun, which subtly peeks out from beneath her crown, and she wears minimal makeup. She wears an emerald velvet gown that flows along her frame with gold slippers upon her feet, and she holds an archaic box in her hands. That particular item has been spoken into by both Tiber and Lana, before they had gotten into their wedding garb, as it records their names and that they both agreed to this marriage. Once the Queen announces them as husband and wife, the device will legally declare them united by marriage, and the recording will be sent to every city all over Lithrydel. The fairy rests the device on the soft ground at her feet and smiles to herself, as it had rained early this morning and she knows it to be a lucky sign! She steps onto a small dias and smiles warmly at the artist and the bards, before she gives a slow nod to the procession, so that they may begin their way down the aisle. Greyson and Talyara are given a curt nod as they stand in their respective places, and Lunalesca whispers a prayer to the Goddess to bless this union. She’s giddy over the fact that she’s officiating for Lanara, someone that she holds close to her heart, and she silently assesses Tiber with her gaze as he makes his way towards the altar. Eventually, her appraisal is complete and the lycan is given a knowing smile, before the animals and then the bride make their grand entrance.

Greyson steps out of the tent on the cue of Hope to get in his place. He stands where the vines entangle where the white stone creates that arch, and he waits to walk with Talyara down the aisle. The music does not start, as the two need to stand in their positions because there were no guests. Greyson smiles across the way at Talyara knowingly. Happy that Lanara’s sister was a part of his best friend’s day. The man is dressed in a light, fall, brown vest with a burgundy tie with a pair of sleek burgundy slacks--where did Tiber find the time? The Catalian must have connections to formal fashion. He wears the same boutonniere as Tiber. The man stands with his hands relaxed and crossed at his waist-line waiting for his best friend to walk down the aisle and his best friend’s bride to be. The man is cool, collected with that simple, easy smile he always kept.

(Post 1 of 2) Talyara had to read the note several times before she actually comprehended the words on the page. She knew that Lana and Tiber were engaged to be married, but she assumed there to be a big ceremony followed by the most amazing party her sister could plan. However, according to this piece of parchment the plans had changed and they had decided to elope--in less than twenty-four hours! Taly rushed from the kitchen and into the bedroom to frantically explain everything to Krice--that her sister and the lycan were eloping in secret but that Lana couldn’t do that without her there. Krice didn’t seem overly distraught at not being able to attend the ceremony, but Talyara was already working herself into a tizzy about getting down to Kelay in time and also finding a dress to wear! Ever the calming presence, Krice placed his hands on her shoulders to still the little witch, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and told her to pack a bag; he would find Gylworliath while she got ready and they’d head down the mountain this afternoon and get a room at the inn so they could go dress shopping in the morning.

(Post 2 of 2) A day later, Talyara couldn’t believe that she was standing at the altar at Shinnan’s Glade waiting for her sister to walk down the aisle. She cast a glance sideways at Tiber and offered him an encouraging smile before looking back towards where her sister would arrive. Taly’s dress was a beautiful burgundy shade--a nod to her sister’s favorite color (crimson) while also being a bit more muted to fit with the autumnal color scheme. Lana had given her free reign over her dress choice so she went with something simple, with a little flair. The soft, flowing fabric draped snuggly along the bodice and then fell elegantly down to the floor. It was a one shouldered frock with a tasteful slit up to her lower thigh. The real unique aspect of the dress was the lace inlay cut along the left side of her waist and abdomen. A simple pair of matching budgenly heels adorned her feet and her hair was twisted back away from her face so that it cascaded gently over her shoulders and down her back. The makeup she wore was minimal, only done in natural, muted colors to accentuate the shape and green color of her eyes, which were already shining with tears as she looked down the aisle waiting for her sister to make her appearance.

Tiber steps out on cue. He stands at the vine-withered wall and then a melody starts. First the piano plays soprano keys in a simple tune on its own. Ding ding da-ding ding. Ding ding da-ding ding. Then the violin chimes in a low, hopeful stretch that makes the outside venue melt with the warmth of the sun that bleeds through the glade. The warm man steps out with nerves and all. He keeps his eyes on Greyson and Talyara despite his slightly clammy palms. Talyara’s reassuring smile and Greyson’s proud gaze--focus on that, Tiber. The groom is looking sleek with his blonde, short waves. They are styled where lush wheat waves are out of his face and on top of his head. His hair was parted and his hair was freshly trimmed where hair was not hanging over his ears. The matching moon behind his ear is more evident to the public eye. His beard was still there, but not as thick, and his beard was clean on his cheeks and neck to make a sharp cut of scruff to his jaw-line. Deep, dark burgundy draped his legs in sleek slacks. He wears dark brown loafers to match. On his torso he wears a white button-up with a light, brown vest to match his best man, Greyson. A deep, dark burgundy suit jacket hugs against his lean frame. The material is smooth and has a clean shine to it. A crimson tie is there to match and a wild boutonniere is placed over his heart. The boutonniere consists of a single orangish-cream rose to bring out fall vibrance. Green leaves elude from the miniature bouquet on his chest as well as a single wheat leaf and burgundy berries. When he strides down the aisle, he swarms Greyson with a bro-hug, and then a cool-collected smile is given to Talyara before reaching out to her, as well. She was the one approving this marriage. A witness. A future sister. Greyson then tells him to turn around and Tiber blows out air as he can barely breathe due to nerves. Then… he pivots and faces away from his bride. A lean back and styled blonde hair was all the Kelvarian would see approaching the aisle. Once Lanara approaches the bards would shift the music into a faster, alternative, soft pace. An anticipative melody, but also soothing as the violin jumps in. The violin starts out in minor before jumping up and down in the melody of soprano two. The melody sounds like a familiar instrumental version of the Hollow-version band “Flannel Graph” which was a very lowkey folk, indie group. They were playing “The Life I Was Missing” instrumental as the woman walked down the aisle. Tiberius Lowell waits for the cue to turn from Greyson.

A few feet behind Tiber’s heels prances an adorable hound dog, dressed in a tuxedo, and holding a small basket in his mouth. Holes have been cut into the sides of the wicker so that rose petals can freely fall along the path, and Ranger shakes his head every so often so that more shades of crimson, apricot, and gold line the way for the bride. Behind the dog walks a bipedal polar bear cub, clad in cufflinks on each paw and a bowtie is secure around his neck. Aspen carefully carries an ivory pillow with a burgundy ribbon that has the couples wedding bands affixed to the fabric. Once the precious pair makes it to the end of the aisle, Ranger goes to sit beside Taly and Aspen stands alongside Greyson.

(Post 1 of 2) Lanara hears the bards begin to play the song that she’s supposed to enter the clearing on, but she freezes and wills the horse to remain rooted in place. “I can’t do this! What if he’s -not- there!? Tiber scarcely showed me any attention or affection the past few days, and now we are getting married! What if he realizes he made a mistake and that I’m not worthy!? Was he just playing hard to get last night, or is he no longer attracted to me? I just don’t know… Things are so rocky lately.” She tries to pull herself together because the music is growing louder and she doesn’t want Tiber to think she’s leaving -him- at the altar, when she’s the one that’s been panic stricken for months about being abandoned. Lana lifts her well-manicured pale pink nails to her lips and nearly nibbles on one, but she hastily catches herself before any damage is done. The mare takes a hesitant step forward and glances back at her, sensing the fear in the rider, and if Lana’s makeup wasn’t so picture perfect she surely would have shed a tear. Asha growls softly as she doesn’t like being away from Luca, “He loves you most ardently! You both worked things out and are going to plant Corrine in the ground soon enough. Lanara! What are you waiting for?! You got this! Go and marry that boy, he’s obsessed with you!” Did Asha say ‘most ardently’ in her pep talk!? Hadn’t Tiberius told her a bedtime story once about this lord that had fallen for a lowly lady, but against all odds, their love had prevailed!? She misses his stories, it has been a while since he’s told her one, and she realizes in this moment that she cannot wait another minute. She wants him to tell her a bedtime story every day for the rest of their lives! It’s time to marry the man that -she- loves, most ardently! The witch slowly nods, knowing she’s been acting foolish, because love truly does conquer all. Taking a deep breath, Lana grabs the reins and ushers the horse forward.

(Post 2 of 2) At the end of the aisle appears a mare as black as a starless sky, clad in a bridle and saddle that are a shade of burgundy, with pearls affixed to the fine leather. The horse’s mane and tail have been expertly braided with crimson ribbons and yellow rose heads have been carefully tucked into the hair. Atop the horse sits a beautiful bride, nervously holding the reins, as they both make their way down the aisle. Lanara’s wearing an elegant ivory ball gown that flatters her frame, yet gives off a hint of innocence and class. The sweetheart neckline connects to sheer sleeves that cover slender arms, with floral appliques that reach her wrists. The fine fabric cinches slightly at the torso before the multiple layers of tulle help the waistline to flow outwards and add fullness to the gown, giving it a fairytale-like quality. A sheer layer of fabric coats the resplendent ball gown, similar to the sleeves, and floral appliques have been perfectly placed in various places, to add a dramatic flair. The cascade of ivory and chiffon is spread across the saddle and a small train extends the length of the dress slightly, covering all but a hint of fancy ivory heels that are bedecked with pearls and lace. Lana’s lustrous chestnut locks have been neatly arranged to mimic a waterfall design, as the top strands of hair have been looped and braided, and the rest falls to the middle of her back in spiral curls. A few curls have been intentionally left free and frame her fair face, which has been painted to enhance her dark eyes, lush lips, and high cheekbones. Rather than wear a typical veil, instead, she wears a dainty silver tiara atop her head, decorated with pearls and bits of lace. A pair of diamond studs adorn her earlobes, a heart shaped pendant with diamonds is worn around her neck, and her chocolate diamond engagement ring glistens upon her hand. An entrancing bouquet rests on her lap, consisting of orange calla-lilies, crimson roses, pale toffee mini roses, sprigs of lavender, and festive berries and twigs, to cater to the autumn theme of the affair. Lanara’s gaze immediately goes to the end of the aisle and she sighs in relief as she sees Tiberius standing there, his figure facing away from her, still and anticipating her arrival. She’s no longer paying attention to the fact that there are others at the ceremony and that she’s supposed to be directing the horse, because all that matters in this moment is her love for Tiber. Lana lovingly stares at that strong back and those broad shoulders, unable to hide the smile that graces her lips as she nods to Greyson to pat her soon-to-be husband on the shoulder. She cannot wait to peer into those amber eyes and all previous worries gone with the wind, as tears of happiness sting her eyes. Thankfully, the mare seems to have an idea on where to go and she pauses a few feet back from the dais that Lunalesca stands upon, before bending her knees and lowering her head into a bowing position so that Lana can dismount. The exquisite witch tears herself from the trancelike state and gracefully slides off of the mare’s back, as Hope steps in and takes the reins, to lead the horse back to the stables. Lana hands her bouquet to Talyara, before she moves to stand across from Tiber, where she bashfully places both of her hands in his and shyly whispers, “You look -so- handsome! I’m the luckiest girl in the realm!” She blushes faintly as they bask in each other's presence, maintaining eye contact for what seems like an eternity, butterflies dancing in the bride's stomach from nervous excitement.

And My Arms Will Be Your Home

Tiber ’s breath falters a little when he side-eyes Greyson to peek the man’s way. Greyson briefly is looking at his watch, but then, a wide smile washes over the Beta. Tiber knew. He can hear a horse clip-clopping down the aisle…? The best man finally taps the groom’s shoulder and his heart moves like the violin that hums through the glade. A long, aching pull. This was it, wasn’t it? The tall, built man pivots. Hands held at a low position to keep himself composed. Amber eyes that reflect golden sun linger on a black mare that trots. A strong, beautifully braided horse, and on top of it? His belle. His bride. Her. The elven witch. Layers of chiffon and tulle dance across the aisle and horse. Lanara was there with hair that framed her face while other pieces were pinned into a waterfall of curls. Tiberius takes a sharp breath in, and then it hits him as the falling sun shines through the glade and glimmers off of the tiara. This true goddess was… his. The longing ache makes his cheeks flare and heavy as he cannot help but place his palm and fingers over his eyes to block the tears that want to trickle down. For what the Kelvarian and Catalian had been through together, it was flashing through his mind. How much devotion and love filled this lush scene. She was perfect. Tiber blinks back the mist as she steps into that daylight to let it go. To let the worries go. He could breathe. Could she? Hands reach out to her and a wide, charming; boyish grin touches his sharp features. “Gods, I… I’m the luckiest guy in this… world. You’re stunning…” Honey-glazed eyes are confident again and gazing over every beautiful feature that was… Lanara Banks.

Lanara has a lot of experience with being in the spotlight as she’s hosted many events over the years and she’s a professional dancer. However, with one look from Tiberius, she feels her cheeks flaming and her hands trembling. Lana isn’t used to being shy but it’s a lovely look on her, as the peers up at Tiber from beneath those long painted lashes and her heart races wildly. She’s proud that she will soon be claiming this adonis-like man as her husband and that they will have an eternity to share laughs, love, and holidays, date nights, fond memories, and unforgettable intimate moments. She’s so overcome with love for Tiber as she studies his appearance; those blonde wavy locks, the toned physique that lies beneath the burgundy tuxedo, and that freshly trimmed beard. A single tear trickles onto her cheek and she’s hoping that the pixie’s words ring true and that her makeup will not wash off with tears or sweat, as they enchanted the powders. Tiber’s holding back tears also, and she sniffles, “I love you so much! I never thought this day would come and I’m so happy that we are here.” She runs her thumbs over his knuckles in a calming gesture, as she had been so worried leading up to this moment. They had been through so many tests in the past year, heck, the past few weeks! But still, they have managed to get through the trials and tribulations together, and in a matter of moments they will be husband and wife! Asha is overjoyed and overcome with emotion in this moment, as they will all be bound by heart, body, soul, wolf, and by a legal marriage. Lana shakes her head in disbelief as she drinks in that charming smile, wanting very much to just close the distance between them with a kiss, but that part comes later!

Queen Lunalesca clears her throat to earn everyone’s attention as well as to break the staring spell that the groom and bride appear to be under. She rests a palm upon each of their shoulders and gives them a smile, feeling the love that emanates from the couple. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two very special people, Lanara and Tiberius, as their love has surpassed all odds and they are ready to enter the next stage of their lives. What had begun as a simple seed planted a little over three years ago, is now a tree in full blossom, and the best way to celebrate this growth is by legally binding themselves to each other until the end of time. It’s rare that two individuals hold such an unbreakable bond, soulmates are something that scarcely occur! But, as I look at these two beautiful souls gazing into each other's eyes I am humbled to witness such undeniable evidence of that fact that they were designed for each other and by each other's side is where they truly belong.” The fairy removes her hands from their shoulders and focuses her sights on Tiber, “Repeat after me...I, Tiberius Lowell, take thee, Lanara Banks, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. This is my solemn vow.”

Tiber stares through her long, painted lashes to the depths of brown eyes. She is shy which causes him to slyly smile at her due to the nature of their relationship. The confident, strong Catalian and the beautiful, elegant, tender Kelvarian. Two soulmates. Two twin flames. A match for the fairytales. The man also wanted to close the distance, for they had waited far too long for that chemistry between them. The days they spent apart. The days they spent nervous around each other. Queen Lunalesca gently places a hand on his shoulder, and a glance is passed her way. The slyness eases and it is back to soft, relaxed features. ‘Repeat after me,’ the lycan listens tentatively before repeating the following words. “I, Tiberius Lowell, take thee, Lanara Banks, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. This is my solemn vow.” His voice does not shake, nor go quiet. His tone is stable, sincere, the clearest he has ever felt. Like daylight.

Lanara gives Tiber’s hands a gentle squeeze as they lock eyes and he sincerely recites his vows, and a part of her is still in slight disbelief that they are actually getting married. It’s a dream come true and she desperately wants to get to the part where they are announced husband and wife and can share that long awaited kiss! Patience has never been a virtue for the witch, but she obediently focuses when Lunalesca turns to her and asks her to repeat the vows that Tiber has just spoken. Lana smiles and speaks clearly, chocolate eyes glistening with tears as she looks up at the Catalian’s handsome face, “I, Lanara Banks, take thee, Tiberius Lowell, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. This is my solemn vow.” She’s so smitten that she has to bite the inside of her cheek and firmly plant her heels into the ground, so she doesn’t squeal or jump into Tiber’s arms! Their chemistry is back tenfold, their trust has returned fully, and they are long over for their happily ever after!

Queen Lunalesca takes a step back after she hands Tiber a folded piece of parchment, “The bride and groom have each written something that they wish to share with each other. Tiber, you may go first.” She wants the focus to be solely on the couple, as she folds her hands before her and listens to the lycan’s heartfelt speech.

Tiber stands there with hands held steady around smaller hands. The man, who was once smiling and shedding tears, was now at ease in the Kelvarian’s light. His face holds strong and soft as he stares confidently at the beauty before him. Queen Lunalesca is saying the traditional words to bring them together in this matrimony, and it is now Tiber’s turn to say his vows. Tiberius Lowell did not need a sheet of paper, as the man was clear headed and could pull anything he wanted from his back pocket about her with that smooth Catalian tongue of his. He takes the paper anyway and unfolds it, but he does not use it. Instead, he keeps his amber gaze on his bride. “Lanara,” he finally is able to breathe her name out. “When I first met you, I didn’t know you would be the one to keep me on my toes, nor did I know that you would make me a better man. You were all pink and swirls, a light to a darkness I had held, and you were stubborn as hell,” he grins--she would have to know. Greyson chuckles a little in the background. “You were a stubbornness that matched my own. The first time I pushed you away, was the day I knew it was you. Even in my own crude denial of watching you walk away time and again. And I regret every ounce I took for granted.” He sharply inhales with pause. “I knew that no one else would compare to you. This. Bliss. Even you leaving the second time couldn’t have been the end to our story. I loved you since the beginning even if I felt crazy thinking so when you lived with me in Cenril. You helped me learn what love was. What it meant.” Pause. The man looks down and thumbs rub over her soft mocha skin in security. “So I promise you this, at our third chance together,” he breathes out as if letting a weight roll off his shoulders in promise, “I promise it’ll only be this last time that we will find each other again.” He squeezes her hands in that moment. He would not let her go again. “I promise not to be perfect, but only perfect enough through the times I have to take care of you and protect you, to love you, to challenge you like you challenged me. I’m not an easy man, and I know you know that. We have our ups and downs, our sticky situations, but I want you to know we grow together through it no matter our differences. No matter, our differences I’ll come around.” He holds her stare before a glossiness washes over his eyes again. Beat. Take a breath, Tiber. “I promise to tell you long endless tales at night that may or may not be true,” he gets that snarky smile back. “I promise to hold you even if we fight. I promise eternity however long it lasts us. You taught me to love. To be strong. To feel. I love you, Lanara, and I am so thankful that I found you in my darkness.”

Lanara is still feeling incredibly shy and tossing furtive glances at her sister and Greyson, those cheeks a vibrant shade of pink, but she steadies herself when Tiber looks into her eyes. The contact of his skin upon hers is a constant reminder that they are in this for the long haul, together, and she nervously smiles at him as he begins to recite his vows. She’s far too flustered to speak hers without the guidance of her notecard, but Tiber is giving her that knowing glance and he speaks with such surety that it soothes her nervousness. The comment about ‘pink’ and ‘swirls’ has her chuckling along with those gathered, and she nods in response to them both being stubborn. Lana has cared for many a mule in her time, and Tiberius Lowell is so strong willed that he puts them all too shame! Not that she ever let up on her incessant need to learn everything about him and to pull him along on all those insane adventures. How had he tolerated her for so long, without realizing he was in love? -She- knew he felt the same, she just never thought he’d get to the point where he would admit his feelings. The Catalian had proved her so very wrong and she looks at him with tears in her eyes as he speaks of love, promises, a future, and for being the light in the darkness. Lana does arch a brow when he mentions his storytelling because she sincerely hopes he had been joking when he told the one about the wolf-pig monster, because she -still- has nightmares! She smiles through her tears and steps an inch closer to Tiber, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze to tell him through their unique connection that she feels exactly the same. His vows are so beautiful and put her own words to shame, but right now it’s not so much the words that matter, but the feelings. Lana feels like the luckiest woman in the realm, and she has such high hopes for their future.

Queen Lunalesca sniffles and reaches up to dab a tear that has escaped her eye, because Tiber’s words had really left an imprint on her heart. Lanara is like a daughter to the royal lady and she doesn’t mean to be so emotional, but she cannot help it. She takes a moment to collect herself, as does Lanara, before she hands the bride a similarly folded piece of parchment. “And now we will hear from Lana’s heart!”

Lanara accepts the parchment from Lunalesca and she smiles through her tears at the Queen, because their obvious closeness has always been special. The fairy contains herself as the witch shakily opens the paper and intermittently looks up at Tiber, reading aloud, “Love is a word that can mean so many different things and it’s often one of the hardest feelings to define. I’ve struggled myself over the years, to explain the way my heart races in your presence, or that tug of the invisible cord that connects us. In the past I’ve thought I loved and lost, but I’ve never truly loved anyone until you came alone, Tiber. I was nothing more than a broken soul, the husk of a woman, and it was your touch, your smile, your aura, that brought me back to life. You taught me to live and to enjoy life to the fullest, and with you by my side, I feel like I can accomplish anything. You understand me more than I understand myself, your eyes can tell me things without saying a word, and marrying you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Sure, we will have ups and downs as every couple does, but I commit to spending all of my sunrises and sunsets loving you. I will do everything in my power to make sure that we never lose that spark, to make you laugh when you are feeling low, and to love you unconditionally. When I am with you I am utterly and unapologetically myself, but I promise to continuously work on myself, so that you are always proud to call me your wife. I feel and promise all of those things and yet none of those are the true ‘definition’ of love, and that’s because love isn’t a word, it’s a reaction to what you feel when looking at a person. I feel happy when I see that five o’clock shadow brightened by a big smile. I feel safe when you hold me in your arms, as though I’m the most precious thing in the universe. I feel understood when I have a nightmare and you cradle me and recite a fairytale, so that I don’t have to relive the past by talking about my dream. I feel respected when you ask for my input in a situation. I feel adored when you shower me with affection and attention. I feel appreciated when you do little things for me that you don’t think I will notice. I feel desired when we make love. I feel complete when I’m by your side. I feel loved when I look at you and I know you feel the same when you look at me.” Lana lowers the paper as she has committed the next few lines to memory, and she stares deeply into Tiber’s amber hues, as her voice is tinged with tenderness. “So… If someone asks me what love is, all I need to do is look at you, and the answer is clear as day. You, Tiberius, are what I think about when I think about love, because I love you more with every breath that I take. I see you. I feel you. I love you and I’m forever -in- love with you. And... I will love you from this moment until my last.” Tears are streaming down mocha cheeks as Lana folds the paper and returns it to Lunalesca, so that she can resume holding Tiber’s hands.

Tiber smirks as Lunalesca is tearing up to the side. The man then watches the nervous witch fumble with parchment, but he offers a squeeze of reassurance. It is just them. In their little bubble. When Lanara goes to define the definition of love, he grins like a boy in a schoolhouse because he loves how concise she is. She, however, goes on to further explain how none of her ideals of love were that at all. He was what made her know what love was: to climbing mountains for each other, to bickering in their intense passionate arguments, to giggles, stories, romantic dancing and singing, to walks down the beachline to eat shack food. The course of three years flash through his mind. Giddiness, lust, arguments, confusion, laughter, love. Love. She goes through the multiple examples of his doings and a wave flushes through him. His smile falters as the waterworks were building again, but he was trying to stay strong… for her. That loving gaze. All the things they did, all the things she liked that they did together or that he did for her. The strong communication they had with each other. “Gods and her stubborn, competitiveness beat me again,” he casts a humorous, emotional gaze to the others who seem to be sniffling and chuckling around them before blinking the tears away again. “When I look at you, I feel love too. The word never describes it. You're home. You're safe,” his words are of content and then he addresses his attention to the Queen again.

Queen Lunalesca is ugly crying by this point, but she’s doing her very best to get through this wedding without drowning in her tears. She swears that Tiber and Lanara are the best looking and most devoted couple in the history of Lithrydel, and she’s honored to be officiating their wedding. She takes a step nearer to the couple, clears her throat, and looks at Tiber and Lanara, “Do you promise to always remain faithful? To share a life of friendship, discovery, understanding, and laughter? Do you vow to respect, protect, and trust each other when times get tough? Do you swear to choose each other over and over again, without pause or doubt, and to always do your best as each of you are a reflection of your union? Do you vow to share your hearts and souls forever and to build a beautiful life together?” She expectantly looks at Tiber, and then at Lana, and waits for them each to say ‘I Do’ before she extends a hand to Greyson. The male plucks the rings from the pillow that Aspen’s holding and offers one to Tiber and one to Lanara. Queen Lunalesca smiles, “You may now exchange rings!”

Tiber finally gets the gaze of sincerity back again after the three times he started tearing up. The power of three Lanara always said. Third times the charm. The man looks poised as the Queen of Enchantment speaks the traditional words again. Does Tiber promise these things? When life is hard? To remain faithful? To build a beautiful life? Were they not just doing that? This was the step. Marriage. Loving Lanara for eternity. Tiber’s lips part, “I do,” his hands squeeze her own, and then that giant smile is on his tanned features again. The man then looks at the proper bear who is offering him a band to place on Lanara’s finger. That big smile turns into one of slight as he focuses to pull off the engagement ring to place the wedding band on first before sinking the chocolate diamond back into its original place. The lycan’s thumb smoothes over her left ring finger and he looks up over the bridge of his nose in awe before leaning back to hold out his own hand after her ‘I do’s’.

Lanara squeezes Tiber’s hands so hard that her knuckles are white as the Queen thoroughly asks if they accept each other and will hold onto these vows for the rest of their days. Without hesitation, she answers immediately after Tiber, “I do! I absolutely do!” She offers her left hand and trembles slightly when Tiber slides the wedding band onto her finger, the chocolate diamonds sparkling brightly as the sun is setting in the distance. Lanara then readies Tiber’s wedding band and steadily glides it onto his ring finger, the sealing of fate. She will be faithful, loyal, care for him when he’s sick or wounded, and things that aren’t even amongst the vows they both have taken. She’s in this for life, for love. For Tiberius. She’s unable to contain the squeal of glee this time, and she practically dances in place and beams at him once they are both complete with the simple but monumental task of exchanging rings.

Queen Lunalesca smiles so wide that her cheeks hurt as she clasps her hands excitedly together and in a singsong voice announces, “Now that Tiberius and Lanara have given themselves to each other by solemn vows, with the joining of hands, and receiving of rings, I pronounce that they are Husband and Wife! As according to law, and witnessed by the Gods and Goddesses, they are entered and recorded into this lifelong marriage! By the power vested in me, I urge you both to live each life and love each day to the fullest. I am so pleased to present the newlyweds, Tiberius and Lanara Lowell!” With a wink to Tiber, she adds, “You may seal this declaration with a kiss!”

Tiber pushes his finger to make it snug in the band. Lanara’s oath to him. His smile is in awe before Queen Lunalesca speaks of the witnesses of Greyson and Talyara as well as the Gods and Goddesses. Tiberius and Lanara Lowell. Lanara Lowell. It was here. His heart palpitates and when the Queen tells him to seal the deal, he does not wait a moment more. A hand is placed on the small of the witch’s back, a hand caresses a bashful cheek that, if turned would face on the inside towards Lunalesca. He dips the Kelvarian in the cliche romantic gesture and places that free hand on her curves. A lust kicks in which deepens the kiss through passion and tenderness on her lush, plump lips. The kiss was clean, beautiful, and not aggressive like they could get. In the background the old sketch artist outlines a soon-to-be drawing once he fills it in throughout the rest of the evening. The old man laughs and shakes his head at the young love as charcoal etches the parchment and Greyson does the ‘ow, ow’ sound in the background and cheers. Tiber would then lift the beautiful bride back up. “Mrs. Lowell, you are in for a treat tonight,” he lowly growls as he eyeballs over her dress and then he lifts her hand to try to twirl her in front of the others to show her off.

Lanara is feverishly clapping once they are declared husband and wife, “I’m Mrs. Lowell!” She’s giddy and extremely hyped up over the fact that she belongs to Tiber, as his wolf mate, his partner in crime, his twin flame, and now legally, by marriage! Taly joins in with Greyson on cheering on the couple and Lana is so ecstatic that she nearly forgets that the long awaited kiss is next! She instantly stills when Tiber’s hand rests on the small of her back, they lock eyes intensely for a moment, and then his lips find purchase upon hers and she willingly drowns in the embrace. The dip is flawless as she lifts one foot an inch off the ground and tilts her head instinctively so her husband can cup her cheek and taste her lips with ease, she has craved his touch for nine days and softly purrs in contentment. It lasts a bit longer than is proper, but they somehow manage to tear themselves apart before things get a bit too lustful, as they have an audience and an artist staring! Lana’s cheeks redden as Tiber tosses a flirtatious promise her way and she shyly diverts her gaze, as though something about the fancy dress causes her some embarrassment. “I feel like a princess… Your princess, Mr. Lowell!” She twirls and laughs, feeling free and happy, before she twirls back towards the man and kisses him tenderly, “This is -my- husband!” She points to the handsome Catalian, before fanning her face, to show off how lucky she is, and so that the attention is off of her for a moment.

Tiber :: Greyson throughout the ceremony was teary-eyed, smiley, and silently thankful of the beloved couple next to them. His Alpha and his Luna together again in peace, trust, and love. He almost howls as Tiber dives in for the kiss and claps his hand in cheering the two on even if it was a small crowd. The man cannot take it anymore as Tiber twirls his bride, he has to go in for the hugs. Greyson Briars was the sentimental one out of the two of them. The man goes in to congrats Tiberius with another hug. “Dude, killer words. Congrats from swiping such a beautiful, smart, funny, loyal woman.” He then turns to Lanara to slowly extend his arms in embrace. “Lanara, I’m so happy you planted this sucker. What we couldn’t do without you. You are just so loving and make this guy complete. Not to mention, absolutely gorgeous.” He pulls back and gives her a very warm smile. “Congratulations, you two. The Lowells.” Greyson then mutters. "She could do better," he teases before Tiber jabs the man in the gut. It was obviously a joke, but Greyson was all about light moments. Greyson smiles at his playful jest. "Perfect match. Both of you."

Talyara :: Silent tears dripped down Talyara’s cheeks as she watched the ceremony take place between Lanara and Tiber but a wide smile broke across her lips when they sealed the deal with a kiss! There wasn’t much of an audience, but Talyara cheered as if they were in a room with hundreds of guests. Once the pair finally broke apart, Talyara stepped forward and pulled Lanara into a tight hug. She didn’t say anything for a few moments, simply allowing the embrace to speak for itself. “I’m so happy for you, Sister! You deserve all the happiness in the world,” she finally said, breaking her silence. Pulling back, Talyara looked Lanara in the eye and gave her a watery smile. “I know Mother is here with us and she is ecstatic for you as well. I know she wishes she could be here in person to say that herself, but we both know she is here with the biggest smile on her face!” Talyara pecked Lanara’s cheek before turning to Tiber and pulling him into a tight hug as well. “Congratulations, new brother! You’re officially a member of the family now. And as your new little sister, I think it’s an obligation for me to be an obnoxious pain in your ass.” Talyara pulled away chuckling, offering her brother-in-law a wink to show she was just kidding...probably. Before they could leave, Taly grabbed Lana’s hand once more and gave it a quick squeeze. “To the happy couple, I wish you all the lifetimes of happiness. I love you both.” She watched as the pair left before taking her own leave of the Glade. Even with Tiber and Lana on their own way, the little witch was still giddy and in a celebratory mood. So she went in search of her own lover to convince him to take her out to a nice dinner so she didn’t need to change out of her new dress just yet and they could toast to the newly married couple.

Tiber after jabbing Greyson in the gut, he grins down at Lanara who is all about showing off… him. “You’re now what they call… wifey,” he grins playfully. Then, Talyara comes to congratulate the two. Talyara brings up Lanara’s mother which brings a feign look on the man’s face, but… he would hope Lanara’s mother would be proud. Proud of them. Lanara’s choices. The man inhales before he is pulled into a tight hug. He gasps, but then chuckles and gladly accepts the embrace. “Sissy! No?” He laughs at the thought and shakes his head. “Well, gladly received. You’re in for quite a time… Sis.” He winks. “Prepare for war.” He taunts. Tiber was not kidding even if his teasing grin was on his face. As Talyara said that she loved them both, an ease washed over him. Acceptance. Acceptance of… family. Instead of repeating it, he lets Lanara spread her joy as he wraps an arm around his wife and looks at her. “A lifetime of happiness it is.”

Lanara finds herself scooped into Greyson’s embrace and since it’s the first time the man has hugged her, she’s a little awkward in his arms. He’s very tall and muscular and she’s the little bit of a witch in a ballgown, so he has to bend and she has to stand on her tippy toes to even make it resemble a hug. “Thank you, Greyson! And! Thank you so much for being the perfect best man for Tiber, and for making sure he didn’t strand me at the altar!” She laughs and winks, to show that she’s jesting, but the comment about her beauty has her cheeks burning. “Stop it! My face is on fire as it is already!” The bride is then hugging her little sister, and they both dissolve into tears of happiness, “Thank you so much Taly for being here and for being my sister and best friend. I love you so much! You will be the next witch to get hitched!” Krice is going to be the luckiest enigma in all of Frostmaw once he weds her beautiful little sister, and she cannot wait to be there for them on that special day! Hope circles around the area with flutes of champagne and plates with cake slices, and Lana takes a glass along with everyone else. She whispers to the keeper of the venue, “That horse… Was she returned to Happy Tails? I forgot to ask who was the one responsible for boarding her and since I’m a bit busy today, perhaps you could feign interest and tell Venin to place a bid for me-” Lana’s voice trails off and she shakes her head, remembering that she’s a married woman now and will need to discuss any and all expensive purchases. The mare is a Friesian, an extremely rare and beautiful breed, and she’d come with a hefty fee, if she’s in fact for sale! “Never mind.” Lana leans back into Tiber’s arms and smiles, “To a lifetime of happiness!” She clinks her flute against his and snuggles closer to her husband, wondering just what ‘treat’ he plans on giving her later.

Queen Lunalesca momentarily interrupts the happy couple to give them each a hug, “Congratulations Tiber and Lana!” The fairy finishes the remainder of champagne in her flute before depositing it on the tray,her gaze settling on the newlyweds. “I have to get back to Enchantment, but please, tell the driver of the marriage carriage to take you wherever you wish! No matter the distance!” She smiles at Lana and reaches out to brush a curl from the elf’s cheek, “I’m so honored that I was able to perform your wedding, and I wish you both a lifetime of happiness and all the best! Let me know when you want to have that fancy reception, I would love to help you plan!” She winks as she eyes Tiber from the side, playfully fanning her face, as if she’s alerting Lana that she finds her husband to be rather sexy. “Goodbye, Lovebirds!” The fairy and her entourage of assistants and guards travel through the forest to reach the magical land in the south. At long last, Tiber and Lanara are finally alone and can take a breather!

Tiber converses with Greyson briefly as Lanara talks about her sister getting hitched. “Sorry dude. Taly has a guy already. Maybe Lanara could introduce you to another friend of hers?” It was just side guy ‘gossip’. The flutes and cake disperse and Tiber grabs hold of his. The man lingers on the words of the Kelvarian about the house as she talks to the keeper of the venue. The horse. Lanara wanted the horse before she clinks her glass about their happiness. He sips back his glass. “And to the new horse,” he does make this very loud for the ear, but he side-eyes Lanara with a small, knowing smile. Did he just offer to bid for the horse? The eavesdropper! “Wedding gift plus… how can I give up another piece of our day?” He shrugs if she questions him. The man then moves closer to Lanara. “Should you help me cut my cake?” He smirks in playfulness. Clearly this was not the grand wedding cake they wanted, but they were still holding tradition, right? Then as Queen Lunalesca moves up for her departure, he gives her a brief hug. “Thank you, Queen Lunalesca. This couldn’t have been possible without you. Well, maybe it would, but not as personal.” He smirks. Then eyes wander to the bride who is eyeing him. Her eyes make him having screaming in his mind ‘I love my wife’ over and over. The fairy then leaves. “Anyway, cutting my cake and then maybe take that carriage to… our surprise of an evening?”

Lanara gives her final round of hugs to Greyson, Talyara, and Queen Lunalesca, and she graciously offers some cake and champagne to the artist. The portrait looks lovely, so lovely in fact, that she tells the man to make several copies, “Perhaps in different colored chalk, or with pretty banners around the edge? I would like a few of them for our home, and I want to give one to my sister, and perhaps place one at the Pack house.” They’ve been married twenty minutes and already Lana is commissioning art and wants to buy a thoroughbred horse! She thinks about Lunalesca’s offer of hosting a big bash in Enchantment and she wonders if Tiber will be up for it, once they are ready to go public about their marriage. She's so deep in thought about planning their future that she isn’t sure she heard her husband clearly, so she spins around so suddenly that her curls shake, “What?! The-The horse?! Re-Really?!” She’s practically speechless, because the best thing Tiber can offer Lana, aside from his heart, is a new pet! She squeals and hugs him so tightly that it's possible she may have popped a button on his suit! “I love you! So much!” The slice of cake is eyed and although the mischief maker would love to smear it all over Tiber’s face, she instead daintily helps him cut a bitesize piece with his fork and brings it to his lips. She then motions for him to do the same so she can have a bite, hoping that he won’t smear it on -her- face! As if on cue, the royal horse drawn carriage pulls up and the driver motions for them to step in when they are ready, and they will find plenty of blankets should they find the drop in temperature to be too great. The sun has completely set by this point and Lana takes Tiber’s hand in her own, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “Shall we, my handsome Husband?”

Tiber watches Lanara discuss the artist’s sketchings of their elopement. He smiles because he could think anything was perfect. The man was going to earn a hefty coin for the art he produced. Tiber would make sure of it. When the Kelvarian sputters about the horse, he snickers. “Well, why not. We have the stable and Rude-Off is rarely there. Might as well make it homier.” He brushes the strands of curls back before she grips him tightly. He keeps her tight in his arms. She feels warm. The setting sun is almost complete and he does not want to let her go. But did he have to worry anymore? There she was dressed in ivory. “I love you too,” he says gently. He would give her the world as cheesy as that sounded in his head. When she gently places the fork of cake his his mouth, he smirks with surprise, but eyes her very seductively. They could play, or they could spend this time being… intimate. He cuts a portion of cake and slowly feeds her. What else could he do with frosting? Hope and the rest of the crew is still visually around staring at the couple. So instead, the large marriage carriage pulls up. Lana embraces the man’s hand and amber eyes linger down. “We shall, my gorgeous Wife.” Instead of walking, however, he instantly swoops the woman up off her feet in his arms. He widely smiles at her with that bright, free look before automatically carrying her into the cozy carriage. Mr. and Mrs. Lowell would set off in the sunset to travel to their future night of bliss.