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Elina, Sieglinde, Hao, Klesiah(without her partner Mina, the shard is away on business), Shereen, Banu, Anais, Hildegarde, Ambrus, Teruko, their daughter, Deruella (who seems to love lounging -on- her slimy maid), Ama even the exorcist... Your group made for quite a crowd, added with your crow's hosts meant the evening held around twenty guests, prompting the Tengus to put on a few theatrics that, unfortunately, barely held your attention. Eating the Everblues nearly knocked you and Hao out (she also insisted on Shereen eat some...?)
The clan leader, Keldan, dabbled in theaters. He put on a solo show with masks, colorful fumes, and a few instruments where he described the origin of Machitehew. The mountain is a living thing, a slumbering titan from the War of Pretenders sent to sink the island into the sea. The island goddess of the sun plunged into his heart, warming him into a slumber to last until the world ended with the water dragon enriching his body with life, forcing amends for his destruction.
Fascinating, unfortunately, you have no idea when you fell asleep.
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''Do you, Sieglinde Jawahir, take this man, Armand Avignon, as your lord and husband?''
''...'' She hesitated for a few seconds. ''I do.''
Inside Throne Town cathedral of Unity, Sieglinde sealed her fate in front of the megalopolis's most influential denizens, even a few representatives of foreign Supremes were in attendance.
Seeing her standing so alone in this crowded, echoing room makes it difficult for you to resist sparing her the agony of this nightmare, but your desire to know her more intimately kept you steadfast... and that dress is a distraction you willingly embrace. White, frilly, pure, lonely, her dress projected all of these feelings with all the grace befitting a fiery-haired bride. Her face concealed by an opaque veil couldn't escape your all-seeing eyes, for you were lucid in her unconscious dream, yet it gave Sieginde such a mysterious allure. Her stony expression didn't fit what should be a blissful occasion; she is used to disappointment.
''I do.'' Responded the groom, smirking at the mermaid bishop. Sieglinde wasn't paying attention to anything he said afterward, those two simple words made her clench her hand into a fist.
Armand had the features of a handsome man, yet Sieglinde dream kept changing his face whenever your attention slipped away from him. Young, rich, powerful, with a naturally playful aura enhanced by luxurious, brightly colored clothes, he had carved enough of an impression in Sieglinde psyche to project a constant feeling of gaudy excess. His mother was attending, standing next to Sieglinde to further reinforce the utter <span class="mu-s">dominance</span> of the Avignon family. In this dream, the woman had the disposition of a crone: tall, thin enough to break from a hand squeeze, nearly malformed face from sheer ugliness with maliciousness oozing out of her like a bad smell.
<span class="mu-i">Lord and husband.</span>
