Dreamwriter was late. She'd spent an hour fighting to get her own faerie companion Sheridan dressed in an outfit that mixed tulle and the dress she'd made out of the ruins of her Ingary-boy disguise.
She had her lightly-armored travel-cloak buttoned with a singular frog enclosure, wrapped with the scarab brooch inset with the orange carnelian, over her new classic neo-Victorian dress, a long simple gown in mint trimmed with chocolate ribbon and a very light amount of lace. Her staff in hand, she stepped to the side back of the church and watched the procession as it moved toward the altar. When the wedding party finally reached the altar, she found herself a seat quietly behind other guests.
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Date: 2009-09-18 02:51 pm (UTC)She had her lightly-armored travel-cloak buttoned with a singular frog enclosure, wrapped with the scarab brooch inset with the orange carnelian, over her new classic neo-Victorian dress, a long simple gown in mint trimmed with chocolate ribbon and a very light amount of lace. Her staff in hand, she stepped to the side back of the church and watched the procession as it moved toward the altar. When the wedding party finally reached the altar, she found herself a seat quietly behind other guests.