describe your dream wedding to horse butt prince
Oh boy time for this adventure then.
So I’m standing in front of the doors that lead to my room, and I can hear the weeding march being faintly played on a lute. I can hear the excited chatter from my friends and family inside and all I can think about is what a dream this is. My dress is white with purple embroidery and weed leaves inside the fabric layers that sweep along the floor as I walk. The doors are opened for me and I walk inside. The isle is carpeted in a rich purple silk that complements the flowers and other decor in the church (I’m a traditional kinda girl). The flower girl (likely @rememberozzie) is throwing weed onto the purple silk and it floats delicately down as she winks at me. I look up, first noticing my bridesmaids, @skys-lover, @whatdowedoaboutcasifer @spillywolf, @bird-princess-official, @extraordinary-arbiter-bluebird, . Oh and @forever-painting-roses and @mememic-bry ;) ofc ur invited. And then I turn to where the groom is standing. My husband is as charming as ever, his human counterpart smiling as he continues playing the lute. He smiles at me and I walk towards him, nearly tripping over a stray weed. I smile and he blushes, staring into my soul with his deep brown eyes that hold a thousand secrets. He lifts a back leg as the two bodies shift their wait to be held on three legs instead of one. I take his hoof and look toward our priest, @atlas-the-toad, and he marries us with a smile on his face. I bend down to kiss my horse babe and the building erupts into applause. My parents have tears in their eyes as we run off together to our carriage, me riding on his back but turned around so I can see him. We ride off into the sunset, a trail of smoke the only thing left at the venue.