It was chaos in the women's dressing room. "OH GOD, WHERE ARE MY KNIVES?!"

Ryune, in the upper, zippered corset portion of her gown, garters, and a pair of white shorts, ran past her bridesmaids in a panic. Her mom trailed behind with the veil, yelling at her to calm down.

Mom went ignored as Ryune rummaged around in the backpack she'd brought with her, until she held up a pair of holstered knives. With a vicious grin, she strapped them to her upper thigh, and turned to her mother. "Okay. Now I can put the skirt on."

"Renee, why are there knives strapped on your leg."

"Momma, I'm one of the refugees. Shit going wrong is kind of really normal, and I don't want to be unprepared."

"But you've already got your bow and arrows in some kind of magic holding space."

"Those aren't good for stabbing any jerk that tries to ruin my wedding."

Her mom rolled her eyes, and went to get the flouncy skirt, which, while fancy, was easily removed. Ryune had insisted on designing her own dress.

And then, without warning, Ryune started bawling. "I'm getting married in ten minutes!" she sobbed. "I always cry at weddings and Daddy's gonna make some kind of speech that gets me going and I'm gonna cry at my own wedding and ruin my mascara!"
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