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Amelia still felt rather awed, to put it simply, as she drifted to the reception area. The pond nearby shimmered in what sunlight filtered through the thick green canopy overhead. Amelia resisted the temptation to pull her shoes off and walk barefoot, standing near a wide-branched oak tree as waiters began to filter through the crowd like raindrops, passing out champagne flutes. Amelia took hers, studying the liquid inside before looking up as Tibarn's mouth opened.

"Well! I know a lot of you think it's about time we got around to this, but here we are. Now, I know this is a little unorthodox, but what hasn't been?"

Amelia chuckled and sipped her champagne lightly. She wasn't much for alcohol, but it seemed impolite to not take the drink. It wasn't like she had to have much more of it, anyway. She had just swallowed when Tibarn spoke once more. "Janaff suffers, among his other troubles, from chronic stage fright. So I'm going to ask the Maid of Honor to make the toast."

The General blinked, lowering her champagne flute a little. Me? No one notified me of this. She kept her composure, however, keeping her spine straight under Tibarn's piercing gaze before moving a short ways away from the tree.

Amelia cleared her throat, moving to hold her flute with both hands before speaking. "As Tibarn has said, this has been a rather... unique wedding, hasn't it?" Amelia began, smiling. "But when our Hawk King is involved, there's no real chance for normality. Makes things more interesting."

Amelia brushed her hair from her face, trying to compose her thoughts and make herself sound more eloquent than she felt as she continued. "We all know why we're here. Two people in love have been united under the eyes of Ashera. And as... to reuse the word, unique the circumstances have been, anyone who has seen these two know that the wedding is mostly a formality. I don't think insane dragons could tear these two apart, whether or not they had the rings." Amelia smiled, pausing just slightly to try to think of a good way to continue.

"But the point is, these two are finally united. They truly are blessed, both by the goddess and those around them." Amelia closed her eyes, then opened them again. She really did hope that this sounded as good as it did in her head. Amelia raised her glass before finishing, speaking a little louder now, more clearly: "To Tibarn and Ayra. May their union in love and matrimony alike last longer than the tales bards will sing of them years from now."

[[Okay let's hope this actually sounds as cool as I thought it did :V"]]

Victoria clinked glasses with everyone else, taking a sip of champagne after the rather heartwarming toast made by the maid of honor. It always seemed to help when one's friends were part of a wedding, she noticed. It led it to be a lot more.. meaningful.

And she didn't mind the alcohol. She'd indulged in it slightly in her wandering days, because it made her forget the pain and remember the good times. "It's all so lovely, isn't it?" she said to no one in particular, but mainly Arashe, who was closeby.

Isadora let out an awed gasp as she looked into the scenery in front of her as she entered the reception area. Although she had helped set up the reception with Sophia and the others, she would have never guess that the sunset setting on the horizon across the pond would made it so beautiful.

I hope we set enough lamps around it to light up for dark. Isadora thought as she took a glass of champagne from the waiter. Even though the paladin had decided to take a glass or two of alcohol due to the pre-wedding party, she decided to use it to toast to the wedding couple.

After listening to Tibarn and Amelia's speech, Isadora raised her glass up to them, took a sip before tapping her glass with the guests' champagnes. As the guests went to their seats to get ready for dinner (and maybe a cake), Isadora went up to the wedding couple. When she approached, she let out a smile. "Congratulations, Tibarn and Ayra. So I'm guessing you two will perform the garner and bouquet toss after serving the cake, am I correct?"

The first thought that came to the Prince were 'Oh dear...more alcohol..' ... as if last night wasn't enough for the poor guy. He frowned a bit before taking a glass that was handed to him, not wanting to be rude at all.

When Amelia's speech ended, Ephraim simply raised his glass a little (and perhaps clinked it with a person next to him, left or right, either one) and took a sip. Least it was champagne, not at all a strong alcohol. He rolled his eyes at the thought a little and handed the half drunk glass to a nearby water (or waitress, he didn't get a good look) and stepped away from the happy couple. It was a bit crammed for one area, tables, chairs, the works that a wedding reception had..but you would think there'd be room to walk aroung in considering the entire forest was theirs to wander about.

He sighed, excusing himself from the entire party itself and moved to a small clearing that wasn't all that far from the party itself. Ephraim looked up from where he was then around him. Much to his surprise and interest, Ephraim found an opening on a tree that was just to his left and decided on something he's never done in years. He reached up to his cloak and snapped the button, letting the cloth fall into a lump on the grass beneath him. With that material out of the way, Ephraim jumped a little off the ground and grabbed an arm, pulling himself up so he sat over the edge of it a little. How many years had it been since he'd climb a tree? Too many to count. Each time he did, his father scolded him.

Ephraim looked up toward the horizon, the sun was setting and from the location this reception was, very nice choice. He stood up from where was and decided to climb further into the crown. Once he got to where he wanted, Ephraim remained there. If there was food at the reception now he sure wasn't hungry..but the prince would probably have to eat eventually. For the time being, he zoned out, staring into space at the marvelous view of the sunset.

((Whoa, that went on much longer then I had thought X_x ))

A figure trudged in-- it appeared to be Heath. He was carrying a suit on his person that was entirely black, except for a red tie, and box in his hand.

"I believe this is yours," he spoke. Directed to Tibarn, and he better accept it. Inside was a bundle of papers encasing a chocolate dartboard. There were edible darts to the side, but the box was placed on the table. He stepped away, looking for the cake.

He drug himself back over to where Tibarn was standing with Ayra. Then asked in a low, but polite sounding voice, "Where is the cake?"

Tibarn simply stared for a moment at the vision in pink and white, then burst into laughter, staggering back and bringing a hand to his cheek as he threw his head back. "Oh, goddess," he laughed, coughing a few times into his fist, and then thumped his chest. "Ah-haah... haha. Oh, man. Weirdest wedding ever." He coughed again, then reached up to wipe his eye before he returned to the cake, sliding his arm behind his wife's back. "Okay, we're okay now..." He smirked up at the stuck Serra, then reached down for the knife and slowly raised it up...

And cut a slice out of the bottom layer, then lifted it onto a little plate. He held it up, watching his wife lift up her plate, and a little smirk played on his lips. "We're supposed to shove it into each others' mouths now, right?"

Ayra looked thoughtfully at her slice of cake and nodded. "Yes, dear, that is usually how it goes." She raised a brow slowly, not quite sure where he was going with this.

The laguz sampled a bit of the frosting from one finger, then licked his lips and looked up into his bride's eyes. "We're not going to do that, are we?"

Ayra seemed to survey her cake momentarily, perhaps to ponder the idea of bright pink icing smeared on her fine, white dress. She wrinkled her nose a bit and shook her head. "No, I don't think so."

"Only I can't help noticing," Tibarn went on, "That we have a pink-haired, shoe-throwing priestess here who has gone to a lot of trouble to bring us this nice big cake, and would probably enjoy some.

The swordmistress stared at him for a moment, and you could literally watch understanding dawn on her face, then rapidly become wicked, anticipatory playfulness. "Oh, goddess, this is why I married you."

Both as one carefully took their slice of cake in their hands and turned to face a very suddenly mortified Serra, and reached upward.

Splat.

Amelia was struggling not to laugh as Serra burst right out of the cake, pigtails bobbing around her before falling still at her shoulders. She seemed to be quite stuck where she was, indignant to not be hurt, and for someone to lift her out; surely she couldn't just push her way through! That would ruin the cake!

Oh, and her dress, too, yeah, if it wasn't already.

She was doing a rather good job, too, of not laughing as Tibarn and Ayra took their cake. Their conversation was too low for Amelia's ears to pick up on, but she could clearly see the sly smirk appearing on Tibarn's face, the dawning realization on Ayra's, and then they were turning to Serra, and Amelia just couldn't help herself.

Right as the cake hit Serra in the face, Amelia burst out in laughter, one hand around her stomach. She at least had enough decency not to point, but Goddess, in this situation, you could only take so much before someone fell into a fit of laughter. "B-Best wedding ever," Amelia finally gasped out, rubbing a tear from the corner of her eye. She sighed, then repeated, "Best. Wedding. Ever."