to have and to holdย เผ*ยทห ย
A traveling wedding boutique has arrived in town! They offer customized wedding dress and suit fittings. Find that perfect dress and get it tailor made to fit your bodyโฆ and maybe bring a loved one with you while youโre at it! [Grants Faith +1]
Pegasus hooves fall in a steady four-four, clicking softly against the street. Itโs a relaxing sound, paired with the springโs gentle breeze and the quiet hum of people as they go about their day to day.
Erinys smooths a hand down her mountโs neck, settling back in her saddle with a content sigh. Itโs a habit of hers now; taking to Fodlanโs skies with Feathers and spending her spare time wandering new towns.ย
And today she and her usual partner have a third.
Her posture relaxes, the warmth at her back a nice reminder of that fact. It has been more time than she cares to put a number to since last the two of them were allowed a moment like this โ an opportunity just to do something trivial together โ and it makes Erinysโ little smile feel impossible to wipe away.
It does seem to have the opposite effect on her mare, however, who flicks her tail or snorts her annoyance any time Lewyn shifts his weight. Feathers always has held a bit of a grudge against Silesseโs prince, and Erinys would dare to call it a relief to see that some things truly never do change.
โI think sheโs handling this well,โ knight hums, guiding the leather of her reins to the left. They are doing nothing more than wandering, directionless as Feathers carries them though street after street.ย
The path chosen leads them into what Erinys would assume to be the townโs market. Itโs busier here than it had been before, children laughing as they play and vendors waving signs with produce prices scribbled on their fronts. Feathers moves slower now, picking carefully through the crowd and allowing her riders a better chance to survey their surroundings.
Itโs then that she sees it. Looking entirely out of place between old brick and cobble storefronts is a much newer structure. Curiosity gets the better of her, and Erinys encourages her pegasus forward to investigate.
โThis isโฆโ eyes narrow as they approach, squinting to make out the letters on the sign from a distance.ย โAโฆ โwedding boutique?โโ
Not that it takes a genius to discern what that means between the name and the clearly displayed clothing within. Nor would it take a genius to recognize the way that Feathers slows the closer they get, or that innocent look of interest in Erinysโ eyes.
The breeze always did feel softer while soaring high above the clouds.
Of course, Feathers never quite liked that it did. For that always meant more enjoyment for Lewyn, during the times when Erinys would allow him a taste for the airborne life--when she made him wish he had a winged companion of his own. The bard feels bad about forcing himself near her, even now. He understands well whyย she would hate him, but wishes so dearly that a pegasus could understand all the reasons he had to leave.
He must look even worse, reunited a second time.ย
Erinysโ words push that regret aside. She reminds him, merely by speaking, that all things have a way of righting themselves in the end. Her voice is the sweetest birdsong, even in times of anger or despair. If she is sad, she does not wail, but sings songs of sorrow. If she is happy, she does not scream with joy, but produces arias filled to the brim with elation. And right now, her muse goads him to lend his ear. A few simple words, and Lewynโs attention is all hers.
(When you are so high up in the air, it is hard to think of more than just the two of you.)
Hair is pushed out the way as he turns to face what she had spotted, his hand lingering for a moment so it stays in place. As he squints too, he can see it: the aforementioned wedding boutique.ย
โThinking of giving it a shot?โ he chimes, โIt could be a bit of simple fun, playing dress up like we ainโt got a care in the world...โ Lewyn knows the answer to his question, so as he speaks, he confidently smiles. From behind her, his head comes to crane around and get a look at his wifeโs face. And surely enough, there is gold in her emerald eyes-- the spark of interest having lit a fire behind them so it can shine through. As he settles back into his seat, hands coming to grip Feathersโ sides to prepare for landing, he can feel their descent. He sweeps his bangs one last time, fixing any imperfections borne from the wind. His scarf is readjusted too, though when the mareโs hooves do finally touch down, his hands immediately leave to brace himself.ย
Erinys can hear him whisper a quickย โthanks for the rideโ as he slips off, though they both know the pegasus is not likely to appreciate it. Not from Lewyn, at least. He isnโt one to dwell on it, so instead of appeasing the feelings of moody mount, he waves for his wife. The swift bard has almost taken off without her, and only now thinks to beckon her to join him.ย
Heโs awfully excited about this.ย
โDonโt be too slow, now! We wouldnโt want everyone getting to the good stuff before weโve even shown up!โย
There isnโt a hugeย line. Sure, people are starting to pour in--those moths drawn to the ever-burning flame of love. But the boutique has more than enough fancy garb to go around. Bard is just being hasty, for when it comes to taking life slowly and engaging in frivolities, he moves with the wind--blowing joy and passion wherever he goes.
At the very least, he leaves a hand out for Erinys to hold. He can be thoughtful andย lively.