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ove was in the air... although, and this may bring howls of rage to some of thy lips, twas not for me, and twas not found in the lands ye might expect last night.
However, it did involve our citizens, one in particular whose feet, like his heart, had gone a-wandering.
And so, using my jack-of-all-trades tracking ability, I followed the strange elf known as Tigasalot to the equally strange lands known as... Sonoma.
It was a terrible place. The people walked about freely (a little TOO freely, if you ask me, as some walked straight through me), the trees had strange, green things growing on their boughs, and peculiar oddities were to be found everywhere.
Still, the main cause of the journey was to attend the wedding of Lord Tigsalot to Lady Lavendar!
Luckily, I met Dor mere instants after arriving in those strange lands, and she was able to ensure that I was suitably attired for the occasion!
We ran to the Yew gate, utterly unaccosted by miscreants, which made me extremely nervous.
Tis one thing to know danger lurks everywhere, but tis quite another when it suddenly takes a day off!
More familiar voices were to be found at the Britain moongate, and from there, we journied to the place where the joyous occasion was to be held!
Twas a wonderous place, and all about me, people remarked on the beauty of the decor!
I hope my trusty picture imp has done it justice, and was not too badly affected by the elven wine! Say what ye will about the strange growths on the trees in that land, their citizens know their way around a decorating tool!
I found my way to my seat, and waited for events to begin!
Unfortunately, I found that I had chosen to sit with a large statue between myself and the participants, so, until I realised, and moved, I could not hear a word.
Still, it was a night to remember!
Looking lovely (or, I am told) in her white outfit, the bride shone as only brides can!
Tigsalot did a good job of behaving himself, at least, for the most part!
Dor conducted a perfect wedding, and when all was done, the two were happily wed!
There was much fun to be had by all, although a certain bunch of flowers caused good Kelmo considerable concern, as someone had insured them, for some strange reason. I do not profess to understand that witchcraft, but I am certain tis an evil practice.
After a night of festivities, Skylark, Kelmo and I returned to the YMCA, and from there to seek a good night's rest.
And, I must stress this point, there is absolutely no truth in any VILE rumors regarding any kissing between myself and Kelmo. There was no mistletoe there. I was not there. He was not there. It is all lies. There are no gamans in Homare. Lies, I tell you. I trust that settles the matter.
Congratulations to the happy couple! Wherever thy honeymoon may be, may it be a memorable one!
Oh, and Tigsalot? We demand a re-enactment on Siege, for those who missed it!
</td> </tr> <tr> <td> Finally, I did obtain some images of what folks were wearing. Apologies to anyone whom I may have missed. My excuse is a simple one - I did not see you!
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However, it did involve our citizens, one in particular whose feet, like his heart, had gone a-wandering.
And so, using my jack-of-all-trades tracking ability, I followed the strange elf known as Tigasalot to the equally strange lands known as... Sonoma.
It was a terrible place. The people walked about freely (a little TOO freely, if you ask me, as some walked straight through me), the trees had strange, green things growing on their boughs, and peculiar oddities were to be found everywhere.
Still, the main cause of the journey was to attend the wedding of Lord Tigsalot to Lady Lavendar!
Luckily, I met Dor mere instants after arriving in those strange lands, and she was able to ensure that I was suitably attired for the occasion!
We ran to the Yew gate, utterly unaccosted by miscreants, which made me extremely nervous.
Tis one thing to know danger lurks everywhere, but tis quite another when it suddenly takes a day off!
More familiar voices were to be found at the Britain moongate, and from there, we journied to the place where the joyous occasion was to be held!
Twas a wonderous place, and all about me, people remarked on the beauty of the decor!
I hope my trusty picture imp has done it justice, and was not too badly affected by the elven wine! Say what ye will about the strange growths on the trees in that land, their citizens know their way around a decorating tool!
I found my way to my seat, and waited for events to begin!
Unfortunately, I found that I had chosen to sit with a large statue between myself and the participants, so, until I realised, and moved, I could not hear a word.
Looking lovely (or, I am told) in her white outfit, the bride shone as only brides can!
Tigsalot did a good job of behaving himself, at least, for the most part!
Dor conducted a perfect wedding, and when all was done, the two were happily wed!
There was much fun to be had by all, although a certain bunch of flowers caused good Kelmo considerable concern, as someone had insured them, for some strange reason. I do not profess to understand that witchcraft, but I am certain tis an evil practice.
After a night of festivities, Skylark, Kelmo and I returned to the YMCA, and from there to seek a good night's rest.
And, I must stress this point, there is absolutely no truth in any VILE rumors regarding any kissing between myself and Kelmo. There was no mistletoe there. I was not there. He was not there. It is all lies. There are no gamans in Homare. Lies, I tell you. I trust that settles the matter.
Congratulations to the happy couple! Wherever thy honeymoon may be, may it be a memorable one!
Oh, and Tigsalot? We demand a re-enactment on Siege, for those who missed it!
</td> </tr> <tr> <td> Finally, I did obtain some images of what folks were wearing. Apologies to anyone whom I may have missed. My excuse is a simple one - I did not see you!
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