The wedding venue remained bathed in the soft shine of hundreds of tiny lights. Elua stood at the edge of a terrace as she studied the shadowed landscape below. The distant sound of the town's nightlife carried on the breeze… though the nearby surroundings were much quieter than it had been throughout the rest of the day.
Qatrand stepped gradually on the stone, approaching the girl's back before she paused. The blonde took in the sight of her wife silhouetted against the horizon. her silver dress dotted with reflections. Her heart thumped at the solemn beauty of it… at least until she felt the brush of 'amusement' in the fragment kept in her chest.
"I told them we could manage our own affairs for the night."
Rushing publish timer due to inclement weather.
So I'll stick to some personal highlights.
El doesn't go monke, she goes koala.
She also drops moderately sad stories about her last life while doing so.
After having been all confident schemer explaining her illusions in the minutes before!
Oh, and Ondua was in the chapter, mostly to show that he is still technically in the area - even if I'm not sure I'll need that to be important yet. Also because the mortal servant dragging a large chest up a giant plateau by herself is just cruel and it was the only rectification I considered!