For the Dancing and the Dreaming

[crystalized_hope]

Sender: G'raha Tia (and Madhuri Qalli occasionally)
Subject: An announcement & inquiry

Hello, Reverein. This is G'raha Tia, and I am pleased to announce some exciting news.

[Ignore the fact that his writing seems to be hesitant. He had it in his mind to make this announcement with the intention of asking for some help. It just seemed so daunting now that he was actually doing it. In fact, there is some pause in between writing the next portion.]

Right then... Out with it... Madhuri Qalli and I will be getting married sometime this upcoming spring. While we have not settled on a date just yet, we would ask for a favor from all of you.

Despite the beautiful wedding that Eustace and Tifa put on, we are -- unfortunately -- unversed about how to plan for such an occasion. We did find some inspiration from the wedding not to long ago, but we would ask for your help.

How do you celebrate matrimony in the world you come from? What about cultural differences? This information would greatly benefit us to plan our own special day that suits us best. If you have anything to share, please feel free to contact either one of us. Thank you for your time.

[OOC: Both G'raha and Madhuri will be responding to this. If you want to speak to one of them, please let us know in the subject.]

Comments

[lonelysmiles]

At least you're not one of the ones who tells me things like "Oh, that might change one day when you meet the right person!" Yes, perhaps, but if nobody has tripped anything in me in over a century of existence, then no one is likely to.

[songbird_slayer]

That's precisely my thought. If you haven't made up your mind by now then it's clear as crystal.

Plenty of folk thrive without romantic or sexual partners. I just like meddling with folk who struggle with their feelings. It's like a cordial to me.

[lonelysmiles]

But you'd never meddle with me, would you, darling?

[songbird_slayer]

Why, Alastor!

What is friendship without a special type of meddling reserved just for them? It's my love language, deer friend.

[lonelysmiles]

[She can't see it, but his ears twitch in approval of the pun.]

Ah, so I've no need to worry about your beau stealing all of your affection away!

[songbird_slayer]

Not at all. I'm afraid you're still stuck with me.

[lonelysmiles]

Ah, well. My afterlife was meant to be filled with suffering, after all. The cost of my past sins.

[songbird_slayer]

They don't mention me in the fine print. 'Horned devil' and the like, with a little star and at the very, very bottom is some teeny print that refers to yours truly.

[lonelysmiles]

I'm surprised there isn't some terrifying approximation of your visage to attempt to warn others off when, in reality, your actual face lulls us fools into a false sense of security.

[songbird_slayer]

Artists were too afraid to depict me! Or, perhaps some had tried and were never heard from again.

Don't ask what's in the meat pies.

[lonelysmiles]

You act like the inclusion of something more sapient in my food would put me off.

[songbird_slayer]

When times are desperate, everybody's a snack. There are tribes among my people who engage in rites like soaking the severed heads of their loved ones in goat's milk and drinking it.

Though I confess, perhaps this isn't the place for such discussion.

[lonelysmiles]

Too true, but I make the redcaps a regular part of my diet so I don't start debating what sauces would go best with my neighbors.

[At least he's honest...? Though, really, he is joking about eating the neighbors. Mostly.]