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Amelia smiled, unable to contain herself as she laughed, full to bursting after everything that Serra pulled, and clapped her hands together, letting her flowers fall to the ground in front of her toes. She watched Tibarn sweep Ayra up after their (rather passionate) kiss, then carry her off. Amelia smiled warmly, sincerely happy for them. The shower of feathers was a good omen, she decided, as she knelt down and picked one up. Amelia brushed her fingertips against it, then carefully tucked it behind her ear, letting the pure white feather graze against the skin and strands of hair. They weren't hers, but... it was a shame to just let the wind scatter all of them.

With the groom and bride gone now, though, it was time for her to make her exit. Amelia smiled over to Janaff, motioning to the hawk with her jovial grin. Tucking her arm through the crook of his once he had made his way to her, she left the open-air chapel with Tibarn's 'eyes' at her side, wind-swept hair drifting across her own.

Blossom giggled, sitting up once Tibarn and Ayra had begun their kiss. She thought of Aidan, her own rather... untraditional wedding, all things considered. Things were all right here. She clapped energetically, smiling wide at the two as they passed her pew, then breezed right out of the open-air chapel. She didn't stand up immediately, instead taking a moment to smooth out the rough ends of her scarf (even in a dress, she refused to take off that scarf) before getting to her feet and following the onlookers as they exited as well.

Bramimond noted Serra's continued blasphemies against the sanctity of Elimine's teachings, but decided to let it pass. "She's young, and spirited. She'll become a strong Bishop one day, I'm sure. In the meantime, someone will have to make sure she doesn't blaspheme to the point that she's excommunicated..."

As Tibarn and Ayra exchanged rings, and later kisses, Bramimond thought fondly back towards his beloved Elimine. But this was a time for the present, not for dwelling on the past. It was a time for cherishing the relationship between two people who, despite their differences, loved eachother. Bramimond could appreciate that.

As they began to move down the aisle, Bramimond stood along with the others and cheered and applauded, although Bramimond didn't do too much screaming himself. He thought me might have seen Serra scream in a shrill voice, and Rei might have done something interesting; he wasn't sure.

He then joined the throng of onlookers as they followed the pair out, towards their happy life as newlyweds.

While the rest of the crowd were following the couple, Lance took a quick sidetrack to pick up the other sandal that was chucked earlier. Now having both in his possession, he approached the pink haired priestess and smiled. "Still as lively as usual. These are yours." he said as he handed her the footwear. Not bothering to wait for a reply, Lance turned heel and tried going outside. However, as he was walking down the "aisle", his head got very heavy. Smiling to himself, he thought Excellent timing. before everything darkened and he lost conciousness.

Meanwhile, Finn and Leaf was following the couple out, applauding and cheering all the while, not even noticing Lance had collapsed into a pile of him and Blossom.

Walking around, Ziaram noticed that most people were somewhere else...then he noticed the large gathering elsewhere. Wonder what this is about
Walking over there, Ziaram noticed the Hawk King, Tibarn and the lady he was usually with, Ayra.

Blossom looked up, pausing in her squirming as she saw Ganon appear over her face. Being relieved of Lance's weight was definitely a favor, and she sighed as she sat up, then got to her feet. She rubbed the left side of her hip, squinting and giggling as his hand went to the red mark on her forehead, shaped perfectly like the heel of Serra's shoe. Blossom reached up and neatly arranged her bangs over it, hiding it (mostly) from view.

"Uh-huh. Lance's sleeping, so we ought to just leave him here..." Blossom paused at the mention of cake. If she'd had a tail like Ganon's, it would have been sure to be wagging frantically now; as it was, her expression just perked up, smiling wide. "Cake! Right! And the toast! Let's go!" Blossom grabbed one of his large hands in both of her smaller ones and started off for the reception area.

Isadora clapped her hands when Tibarn and Ayra had became a married couple. Once the union of the couple was over, Isadora stood up as she watched Tibarn carried Ayra and walked down the aisle.

She followed the wedded couple with the audience to the reception area to celebrate the marriage. Doubting that there maybe some alcohol with it, she had decided to control herself well. She didn't want to make a fool of herself like she did in the bachelorette party.