- ☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day
Everything had to be perfect, and for the first time in his life, he was not satisfied to let Allendria arrange it on her own.
He’d mostly let his sister and Alceria put it together on their own, but now, on their wedding day, An'belor was rushing around himself, wanting everything to be exactly in the right place.
It hurt every time someone told him how much he looked like his father.
But he managed. Everything was working out, and now, he was waiting for her.
He almost didn’t recognize Alci when she walked up, draped in reds and golds and sheer fabric. She glowed like a phoenix, and it was only Allendria nudging him in the ribs that made him remember to breathe.
The ritual went by too fast, and yet seemed to drag on forever. When they finally were allowed to embrace, nothing else existed. It was as if the Sun itself was pouring love upon them.
Their wedding night would be even better.
- ✈ our muses on a flight together
Alceria groaned and swept the board, then started rearranging the pieces again.
“You almost had me that time,” Allendria smiled, “That brings our score to 23 to 22. How much longer is this flight?”
Alci laughed as Allendria took the first move. “No idea. I think the goblin driving this thing got lost, I heard him cursing when I went up to see where we were. We’ve been over the Barrens for hours.”
Alci took her turn, then looked over the board again. Dammit! She’s using that tactic again! Allendria smiled serenely, but Alci knew, she could even the score again.