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Harper's Tale - Wednesday, April 24, 2002, 8:22 AM
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Orchard Path
You travel along a freshly resurfaced path through the middle of a large Orchard. You are surrounded on all sides by large trees reaching for the sky, making a large canopied roof over the path. This roof provides welcomed relief from both the hot afternoon sun and the rain. The trees seem to be divided into sections of Orangefruit, Yellowfruit, Greenfruit and Redfruit trees. A newly carved sign is placed just to the side. Carved on the sign is an arrow pointing North with the words Gar Hold' and an arrow pointing South with the words Grinstead Hold'. ***The trees of the orchard have been decorated with banners of Gar Green and Azure Blue. Silver cut outs of dolphins are scattered around, apparently randomly. Some in trees high up, others attached to the green and blue banners, yet more tied to tree trunks. Some are even afixed to stakes and scattered about on the ground. In large letters the names 'Petrin' and 'Mirella' have been written, just incase there might be any confusion as to whose day it is... ***
It is a summer before dawn.
On the perch are two firelizards.
You see Dorran here.
Rowainne, Elisa, Terence, Caterina, Geraint, Iishya, and Mailli are here.
Obvious exits:
Stable Cothold     Gar Hold Courtyard     Gar Stables     Gar Road     Runner Field

Rowainne walks in, arm around Dorran's as much as courtesy as to help him walk. She grins at Liesana, "Morning. Have you had a chance to meet Craftmaster Dorran yet?

Geraint walks in , just behind dorran and notices liesana and bows slightly to her

Petrin wanders in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Mailli walks in still rubbing sleep from her eyes.

Liesana, smoothing some lint from her grey skirt and idly fussing with a large leather book under her arm, glances up as she's adressed with a light smile. "Good morning to you as well, and I don't believe we have. Senior Journeyman Liesana of Harper at your service, sir," she notes to Dorran with a sketch of a bow. Of course, a curtsey would suit the skirt more, but... This is Liesana.

Blue eyes peer at Liesana, dancing as Dorran replies, nodding his head to her, "Master Mirella has told me a lot about you. It is a pleasure to put a face to the stories. Well met, Harper Liesana."

Dorran
Frail from years of hard work, the man that is before you still commands a lot of respect by his presence. White hair falls to his shoulders, hanging in ringlets that frame a thin face with sea blue eyes that peer back at the world. Deeply tanned, his skin has almost a leathery feel to it, decades of hardwork on the water catching up with him. A light azure tunic is neatly belted over a pair of deeper azure trousers, belted with a silver dolphin buckle. Leather boots are laced just above the ankles. The man appears to be around 87 turns.

Rowainne
Dark black hair is bobbed, framing the slender face of the lithe woman that stands before you. Azure blue eyes scan their surroundings, set into high cheekbones. Her skin is deeply tanned, though her face is lightly sprinkled with freckles. Not very tall, she's maybe four foot eight in height.
A sky blue dress hangs from her shoulders, sleeves darted at the wrists. The material falls to her ankles, barely showing the soft tanned boots laced there. A belt hangs at her waist, a pouch attached to it. A brown firelizard is perched on her shoulder.
A double cord with a single loop, long tail, two tassles indicates this woman as Ista Dolphinhall's Headwoman.
She is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Headwoman and Dolphincraft Associate charms.
Carrying:
Choco
She is an adult of about 44. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Geraint
Tall,young man around 6'2 with a fairly muscular build.He wears his shoulder length black hair loose. Several of the inky black strands flow over a scar that runs below his left eye. he has bright blue eyes. The way he walks and talks points to him being hold born to a lord.
A Set of nice clothes, black and blue in color. On His Right arm is a cast ecompasing from just below the elbow to just over the wrist Two firelizards are perched on his shoulders.
He is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Sr. Apprentice charms.
Carrying:
Pouch Items needed
Geraints Notebook Items/person list
#108 Myth
Geraints Dive Knife <sheathed> Thunder
He is a teenager of about 19. He is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Elisa
Golden strands of fiery red hair frames a tanned oval face, pulled back into a thick braid that falls to her waist. A light dust of freckles ride on high cheek bones, while bright sapphire blue eyes gaze around her surroundings. Though thin, she does have a lithe build, reaching to about an average height.
She is dressed in soft brown leather pants that are tucked into deeply tanned boots, laced to her knees. A vest matching the pants is loosel laced over a white slooped neck blouse that is tied at the wrists. A black belt hangs on her waist, a small tanned pouch hanging from it. A brown firelizard is perched on her shoulder.
A double cord, single loop, long tail, marking her as the head nanny at Master Sea Hold.
Carrying:
Iri Wine Skin
Dolphin Ring
She is a young adult of about 24. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Caterina
A lanky and thin child stands before, light brown hair hanging in ringlets to her waist. Sunlight dances autumn gold across the brown, as light amber eyes peer back at you, almost dancing. Her thin frame is darkly tanned, a light sprinkling of freckles splashed across her cheeks and nose.
A lightly taned tunic hangs on her thin frame, belted over dark brown trousers. Boots are laced around her ankles, and a knapsack in thrown over her shoulder. A single firelizard pendant hangs on a leather chord from her neck, the only sign of jewelry.
Carrying:
Cat's Book
She is a teenager of about 14. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Iishya
Ringlets of gold spun copper fall to just above her chin, barely hiding the dancing cerulean eyes that peer out at the world. Fairly short in stature, she is lithe in build.
Soft brown skirts fall to the ankles, barely covering the dark tanned boots laced there. A white tunic is belted over the skirts with a vest matching the skirts over that. A single firelizard pendent hangs on a leather chord from her neck.
She is a teenager of about 13. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.
Mailli
Mailli stands roughly five foot in height. She has flaming red hair, which has been allowed to grow to shoulder length, and emerald green eyes. Her complexion has darkened some from the ivory it had been, serving to set off the color of her hair and eyes. The limp in her left leg, though still noticeable, has lessoned in the turns since she joined the Dolphinhall.
dressed in a single midcalf length skirt which is worn over her wetsuit. All are done in Dolphinhall colors with silver dolphins leaping about the hems and cuffs. A bronze firelizard is perched on her shoulder.
She is wearing a silver chain bracelet with the Sr. Apprentice charms.
Carrying:
Mailli's Book Matti
Korok's missive tube
She is a young adult of about 20. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.

You look more closely at Liesana...
Almond shaped eyes of amber warmth glimmer brightly amidst fine and expressive features, while crimson-pink lips reflect a range of emotions, from devilish mischief to rare pensive moods. Liesana is petite, despite a medium stature of 16.2 hands, slim figure carrying not a trace of extra flesh, although her muscles are toned and well defined. She does lay claim to her share of feminine charms, however. Wavy chestnut hair falls to the small of her back, outlining an hourglass figure with a well formed, if small breast. Work is no stranger to her, nor good times: gitar born callouses on her fingertips and several old scars on her arms hint that here is one who does nothing halfheartedly.
A Harper's sense of theatre has guided the choice of highly traditional design of her formal clothing. Simple hanging ruffles at high collar and long sleeved cuffs are the only adornments of a crisply starched and conservative blouse of fine and lightweight white linen. Contrasting sharply is a tightly cinched vest of black velvet fastened with three buttons set in gold. The collar ruffle of the blouse falls in precise folds over the front of the vest, while a full skirt of grey wool swirls at her ankles. Chestnut hair is braided and bound in a high circlet, allowing the sharply sculpted lines of her face full play. Tail wrapped loosely around the neck of her perch-of-choice, Angelique perches on Liesana's right shoulder. Tail draping down Liesana's back, Hippolyta perches on her left shoulder.
Blue and white twine in a double cord knot of single loop and long tail, bound with gold thread and sporting one tassel of blue and a ribbon of red accenting, denoting the bearer as a Senior Journeyman Harper, posted to Smith Hall
Carrying:
Angelique Hippolyta
You see Liesana take a closer look at you.
She is a young adult of about 25. She is awake and looks alert.

You look more closely at Petrin, but don't notice anything different.
Standing about six-foot tall and still well tanned from hours spent outdoors he has a wide face with a pair of large eyes, and a longish nose which sits above a small mouth with full lips. Narrow shoulders and thin frame conceal stringy muscles that could only have come from hours of repetitive labour. Light brown hair, with blond streaks, is more neatly brushed down, obviously by intent.
Petrin is dressed in a becoming dark blue tunic and trous. The tunic is cut simply yet fitted to show off his strong figure, assisted slightly with padding at the shoulders. Silver cord outlines the rounded neck and off center closing that buttons with silver buttons at the left shoulder. The cording follows each seam at shoulder and hems, accentuating the inverted 'v' where his sleeves end near his wrist. His trous, covered to mid thigh by the loose tunic, are made from the same material, silver cord down the side seams, the vertical lines making him seem a bit taller. Black boots, shined to a gleam, cover his feet.
A carefully constructed Double Cord, with a Single Loop, Long Tail, and Two Tassles in Gar's forest green and bright blue knot hangs on Petrin's left shoulder.
Carrying:
Handfasting Mark
He is a young adult of about 26. He is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Elisa finds a safe, out of the way place and drags her two neices with her.

Terence walks in noticing all the people so far gathered, most of them he doesn't know but a few he does. he bows wearing hsi white robes towards the harper to show her respect

Petrin's not quite wandering, more like slightly dazed. His face is the picture of calm, but anyone knowing him would be able to detect the nervous fiddeling of fingers. He nods to a person here, or someone in the crowd there, but heads over to his cousins in the corner before moving towards Liesana

Liesana returns the bows offered in her direction with a nod, looking slightly amused at the formality. She then laughs quietly at Dorran's comment, approving of the fact that her title has been dropped. "Oh dear," she notes with a twinkle in her eye. "After some of what we've gotten up to, I'm afraid of what those stories might suggest. But she's also told me of you." she notes, nodding to Rowainne by the by. "And how are you, Rowainne, right?"

Rowainne nods, amused, "I'm well, and you?

Geraint moves away and towards a tree to lean on, a good day that a master of the craft is getting handfasted, good day indeed.

Liesana chuckles. "Well enough, and certainly far from bored... Ah, good morn to you, Petrin. Holding out all right, or do you need some liquid courage?" she inquires. Harper to the core, it seems. Liesana's got a small flask inside an inner pocket of her vest.

Terence moves beside his cousin and stands near the tree not wanting to get his robes dirty by leaning on the tree.

Dorran laughs, shaking his head, "I'm worried about what she might have said about me. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find her and offer my blessings /before/ the handfasting." He winks, "It's not everyday that someone who might as well be your child gets handfasted." He blinks, glancing at Petrin a moment.

Petrin reaches Liesana, nodding to her, then Rowainne and Dorran. "Morn." He clears his throat, "Um, morning." He shakes his head. "I'm fine." Well, he looks it, mostly.

You see Petrin glance your way.
You see Petrin take a closer look at you.

Rowainne quietly laughs, "Petrin, I'd like to intruduce you to Craftmaster Dorran. Dorran, this is Petrin." She grins at Petrin, "Remember to breathe, it helps."

Shadis steps into the path and simply stands there, alone. He does not know anyone, so he makes no efforts to join any of the groups, as he usually would.

Geraint notices Shadis standing off by himself and does a dolphincall whistle to get his attention, and waves him over.

Mailli quietly makes her way towards Shadis as well, blinking sleep away. Drat, too many people.

Liesana chuckles to Dorran. "I'd not worry too much over that, Craftmaster. Everything she's told me carries the highest respect for you with it." She then gives Petrin a closer look, before nodding slightly. Well, he's a little better composed than most of the grooms she has to work with. She'll let him be. "Not long now..." she notes with an encouraging smile.

Dorran offers his hand after a moment, "Well met, Petrin. Mir has also told me a lot about you."

Petrin bows to Dorran. then accepts his offered hand akwardly "Well met Sir. I'm know she would like that. She speaks highly of you." He turns his head to Liesana, "I look OK?" He checks, running his finger under teh unusual feeling collar.

Shadis looks up, his ear having been caught be /that/ whistle. Looking over the people around, he notes Geriant and begins winding his way through the people towards the journeyman. "Hey." Mailli isn't spotted until after he'd left his previous spot, but he waves her over, also.

Mailli rolls her eyes and follows, mentally mumbling the pranks she's going to do to Mirella for subjecting her to such a crowd.

Dorran lightly kisses Rowainne's cheek, "I'll be back, most like with Mirella. Save me a good spot, will you." Leaning on his cane, he heads out.

Dorran walks to the Gar Hold Courtyard.

Geraint smiles as the 2 apprentices approch. "Morning Shadis, and Mailli, still not awake after the walk here?" He smiles and holds out a flask of still hot klah "Always keep this around just in case of emegencies."

Shadis grins at Mailli, his gaze wandering over the crowd. Luckily they're not in the middle of the crowd. He turns towards Geraint, smiling. "I wouldn't mind some of that!"

Caterina peers at Iishya, then to Elisa, "How long till she comes?"

Liesana, who happens to be a tangent point along Mailli's path, catches the mumble, and offers a stage whispered comment that "Caprines are always amusing," before returning to her quasi-formal air. She didn't just suggest a prank. Nope. A critical gaze takes in Petrin's clothing, and, after a moment, the Harper gives an approving nod. "You look great," she assures.

Geraint chuckles softly and pulls out a second flask, offering it to Shadis "Like I said, always kept in case of emergencies, and this seems to be one," he laughs.

Mailli blinks at Liesana, half-grinning then taking the klah, "Thankyou..." She takes a sip, still uncomfortable with the crowd.

Iishya smiles, amused, "Soon, judging by the gathering.

Petrin nods, and checks his shoes. A clap on his should causes him to spin. "Imesse." He greets the young lad, relieved for a distraction, "Good to see you, glad you could make it, and Aunty?" He checks, beeming at the positive responce. He turns to introduce him, "This is Imesse, cousin of mine. Imesse, Liesana and Rowainne."

Shadis has disconnected.

Geraint looks at Mailli. Noticing her uncomfortable about something, he leans towards her and quietly says, so only she can hear, "Just think of them as a pod, makes it easier to cope."

Mailli snickers, "I had more in mind of a bed with lots of pillows?"

Rowainne grins, shaking her head at Mailli's comment, then nodding to Imesse, "Well met, Imesse."

Geraint smiles. "Well just think, once she gets 'fasted, you can sleep for a while 'cause she's going to be too busy to tell you what to do," he chuckles softly.

Liesana smiles, and offers a hand to the youngster. "Well met, Imesse. You had a good journey to get here?" she inquires, before glancing at the sun and nodding slightly. "Right-o..." she muses, before lifting her voice somewhat. "If you would all begin to find yourself seats?" she inquires. "This event is soon to get underway. Front row for family, mentees and mentors, please."

Geraint sits down and listens intently to the harper.

Elisa glances at Iishya and Caterina, "That would be us, I suppose?" She leads her two neices to where the harper has pointed out, saving room for Rowainne as well.

Imesse hastens away, joining the rest of Petrin's family as they find their seats.

Terence sits down in the back row, watching and waiting for the procession to commence

The housekeeper arrives to cart Shadis off to bed.

Mailli takes a seat in the row indicated and blinks, trying to wake up.

Rowainne grins, squeezing Petrin's shoulder then heading for the seat as well.

Petrin mouths a 'Thank you' to Rowainne as he gets into position.

Rowainne mouths a 'Welcome' back, smiling encouragingly.

Dorran walks in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.
Mirella is led in by Dorran.

Liesana gives Petrin a reassuring grin as she sets the large leatherbound book into place on the small lecturn in front of her, and motions for him to turn and look. Because here comes Mirella!

Petrin turns to look at Mirella.

You look more closely at Mirella, but don't notice anything different.
Pale sea green falls to the floor, pooling at her feet like waterfalls that move in gentle waves as she walks. The shoulders are tanked and the neck slooped, accenting her thin shoulders and frame. A thin silver chain belts the dress at the waist, a silver dolphin pendant hanging at her neck on a leather chord. Simple sea green sandals are laced around her ankles, finishing the outfit off. Fresh redfruit blossoms are spread throughout the material, lending to the allure of this gauzy material. Her hair is pulled up, strands falling here and there, with matching blossoms placed within the curls.
Mirella is wearing a thin leather jacket with the emblem of the dolphin craft embroidered on the back.
She is wearing a gold chain bracelet with the Antiquities, Dolphineer, Master, and Lady Rose Crew charms.
Carrying:
Pearl Ring Knapsack
Mirella's Dolphin Jacket Delicate Bouquet
She is an adult of about 33. She is awake, but seems rather distracted.

Dorran quietly leads Mirella in, leaning on his cane, but smiling like a child with its hand caught in the sweetpuff jar. Nah, he ain't proud one bit. He slowly leads her up towards Liesana and Petrin, gently squeezing her hand for reassurance, as much for her as himself.

Mirella blinks, squeezing Dorran's hand as well as he leads her. She glances around, smiling and nodding, and completely nervous. More people then she had expected.

Rowainne smiles, watching her cousin come in.

Geraint smiles, watching the master come in.

Elisa grins, watching at how nervous Mir and Petrin are both are.

Melika walks elegantly in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Caterina glances at Iishya giggling.

Petrin's face beams as he watches Dorran lead Mirella in. His world narrowing to include only her, other people are distant and far, time itself has no meaning.

Iishya blinks, watching Mirella enter, whispering to Caterina, "Her dress is pretty

Liesana is grinning slightly, not exactly formal, but the expression full of pride and happiness for her friend as Mirella and Dorran make their way down the aisle. Oh, and you can be sure there'll be some friendly teasing later about the fact that she's actually wearing a /dress/. "Thank you, CraftMaster Dorran," she intones with a nod. "Now, Petrin, Mirella... if you would stand before me, we will begin."

Dorran grins, moving to the seat by Rowainne. Leaning towards her, he quietly chuckles, "They grow up too fast."

Mirella moves forward to stand next to Petrin, grinning and eyes dancing.

Petrin's brought back to here and now, grinning back at Mirella. He turns to face Liesana, taking a deep breath.

Melika looks around and smiles remaining quiet and keeping to herself. Her eyes skim the people gathered around and listens to the wonderful moment happening before them.

Caterina grins to Iishya, voice soft, "Yeah, she is." She turns her attention back to what's happening, listening to every word. After all, she wants to be harper some day too.

Liesana smiles at the both of them, her focus narrowing somewhat so that the audiance remains in the background. "Thank you. Now, if you will both please give your full name, rank and affiliation for the Record." She turns first to Petrin, as Pern, like any self-respecting feudal society, has the male go first in such ceremonies.

Petrin says loudly and clearly, "I am Petrin of Gar Hold, Gar Headperson." The pride clear in his voice.

Mirella grins, calling out clearly as well, "I am Mirella of Ista Sea Hall, Master Dolphineer of the Dolphincraft."

Dorran glances over at Rowainne, squeezing her hand.

Geraint nods with a happy smile on his face at the two up front. This must be the best day of their lives.

Rowainne smiles at Dorran, resting her hand on top of his. He looks like the poor father who doesn't want to let the kids out of the nest. She glances back up at the two of them, understanding the feeling.

In the sky above, Orbyth arrives from ::between:: in an explosion of burning energy.
In the sky above, Orbyth glides down for a landing.
Zi'n rushes in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Liesana smiles at the both of them, before letting her focus take in the entirety of the crowd again with her next query. "These two, Petrin and Mirella, stand here before you today to pledge themselves to each other in the bonds of a handfasting. If there be any with ought against this joining, speak now or forever keep silence." Her gaze is a touch stern as she looks out over the gathering. Despite the formal words, it's likely that Lies will personally bop on the nose anyone who objects.

Mirella quietly closes her eyes, not daring to look behind her at this moment. Anyone says anything, and I'll feed you to the dolphins.

Zi'n sneaks quietly into the scene - as quietly as he can, considering Orbyth made a lot of noise landing in the clearing. Now's not a time to speak, apparently, so he shuts up for now.

Melika smiles looking around, ready to poke anyone who might object. Petrin and Mirella deserve to be together...they are and were always meant to be.

Geraint leans back in his seat, and looks around just waiting for someone to object. That someone will be wishing they knew how to swim.

Petrin just glances at Mirella, not looking worried at all, but he does grow uncertain at her look, he gulps and looks back at Liesana, safer there.

Liesana lets the silence hang for a good long beat... A Harperish taste for dramatics? Before continuing onwards with a faint smile. "About what I expected." she allows. "Right then. Petrin, Mirella, please face each other and join hands."

Petrin turns, facing Mirella and offering her his hands.

Mirella faces him, taking his hands and grinning. She seems to be doing a lot of that all of a sudden.

Rowainne leans towards Dorran, softly whispering, "You can breathe now, noone said anything."

Dorran quietly chuckles, but keeping quiet.

It's romance. It's contagious. Idiot-child grinning is one of the primary symptoms. Liesana isn't immune herself, although the dignity of her apparent office is keeping it in check somewhat. Either that or her collar is too starched, and is poking her. Regardless, she nods, and turns to Petrin slightly. "Do you, Petrin, pledge to protect this woman Mirella? Do you swear to love and to honour her, above all others, holding her first in your heart?"

Petrin nods, the adds to remove any doubt. "Yes."

Liesana nods, and then turns to Mirella. "And you, Mirella. Do you pledge to love this man Petrin, honour his claim upon you, and bear only his children from this day forth?" Her lower lip twitches in an inopportune amusement at the last line, although her delivery remains formal.

Mirella smiles, nodding, "Yes, I do."

Liesana permits herself a warm grin, before turning back to Petrin. "You have with you the Mark, a symbol of loyalty. It's shape is a circle, without beginning or end. Constant, like the love you two share. Offer this mark to Mirella, and, in your own words, tell her of your love for her and ask her to accept the mark and be yours."

Turning to face Mirella fully, Petrin begins softly, perhaps not even loud enough to be heard by all. "You ease my mind from worry, open my heart to love beyond anything I could imagine, you share my body." He blushes slightly, but continues on louder through this obviously prepared and practiced part. "I wish to be yours, and you to be mine, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, through fire, fog and fall." He breaths, "Would you accept this mark," Releasing one hand and fiddling a bit with nerves, he holds it up "as a token of my love and accept my request to handfast." Looking into her eyes he continues, his face tilting and smiling softly, "All that I have I offer you. All that you are I welcome. I accept Xinon as my son." He says simply, completely. "I accept Achilles as part of you and pledge to respect and support them, and your bond to them." He ends softly. "If you will have me?"

Liesana, standing at the front like she is, notices the blush and a good-natured twinkle appears in her eyes before she turns to Mirella. "Petrin offers you the Mark, as a symbol of his pledge of love and fidelity. If his words please you, accept the Mark and be his, in your own words telling him all that is in your heart."

In the back, an elderly drudge who has stopped her work long enough to witness the Handfasting suddenly bursts into loud and noisy tears. "It just be so /sweet/." she assures a concerned seatmate.

Jade eyes peer back at Petrin as Mirella nods, voice soft at first, but then picking up strength, "I accept this mark as a symbol of the love between us. I accept you as the father of my son, Xinon, and the friend of my partner, Achilles." She smiles softly, "I accept you for who you are, and am grateful for everything you've done for me, and will do for me, be it through anything that life throws towards us, that we will face /together/." She grins, "I love you now, and will always love you."

Rowainne blinks back tears, leaning her head on the Craftmaster's shoulder. They're just so sweet.

Dorran rests his head on Ro's, grinning. Handfastings, gotta love them.

Melika bites her lip harder as she hears the woman cry, holding back her own tears of joy for her friend Petrin and his loved one.

Geraint reaches forward with a small cloth, and offers it silently to Rowainne.

Liesana's grin turns full-fledges now, as she raises her voice so that even those at the back can hear her. "Then, by the power conferred upon me as Senior Journeyman Harper, I pronounce you, Headperson Petrin and Master Mirella to be Handfasted." She pauses a bit, and then adds with a puckish look. "You may kiss the bride, you know."

Rowainne smiles, taking the cloth, "Thanks, Geraint."

Petrin hands Handfasting Mark to Mirella.

Caterina beams happily, watching her aunt and now uncle.

Petrin hands over the Handfasting Mark to Mirella, before leaning forward to kiss her. Oblivious of anyone else he draws her close, wraping his arms around her, and dipkisses her.

Iishya leans back amused. Well, I get marks when I get home. Da thinking Aunt Mir wouldn't survive to do this. Ooh, points for dipkissing.

Mirella blinks, holding the Handfasting Mark in her hand as she gets dipkissed, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

Dorran let's a cheer out, applauding the couple. Imagine that ammount of noise coming from the old man's frame.

Geraint jumps up, cheering and applauding the new couple.

Terence cheers loudly and claps

Liesana chuckles, and mentally adds style to the already exhaustive list of Petrin's charms that Mirella's supplied her with. "Congratulations," she informs the clinching couple warmly, before slipping around them to grin at the crowd. "Right then, let's get the party going while we wait for the newlyweds to come up for air."

Melika suddenly feels her stomach turning anxiously but pushes any thoughts from her mind, showing a soft smile and eyes glimering. Calmly, she claps her hands with the rest of them and stands quiet at the back still, gazing at the scene.

Rowainne chuckles, starting at Dorran's sudden burst, then clapping as well. Calling to Liesana, she grin, "Probably a good idea. Never know how many turns it will take the two of them..."

Markus walks in from the Gar Hold CourtYard.

Petrin's not leting go of Mirella, although he does bring her upright again, murmering softly, although oblivious of anyone else around him, "Thank you. You've made me the happiest man on Pern."

Mirella grins, hugging him, "No less happy then you've made me."