Disclaimer: Not mine – though if they were it would make writing this a lot
easier!
A/N: You'd better be grateful, I'm putting all my other stories on hiatus for you guys. I will be working fulltime on this (except when I get writer's block), so that I can get it done. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! (I don't know why this requires the evil laugh, but it does). And yes, I did make up the wedding as I went along.
The wedding day dawned, beautiful with clear skies, and warm – but not too warm – weather. The female guests wore light (in fabric and color) dresses that allowed the slight breeze to move without hindrance through the pale green, pink, and blue wrap-around's.
Anariel herself wore a skirt that shimmered in the light, changing between violet, and a deep blue, depending on how you looked at it. She was crowned with a ring of flowers, resting lightly on her dirty blonde hair. As if all of her life had led up to this moment, eyes so dark that the pupils were invisible shone with a light that could never be duplicated by any external source.
Benlet, wore a suit of the same material, and stood on the far left of the guests, with Frances at his side. Parallel to them, on the far right, were Anariel, and Icheb. Icheb looked positively gorgeous in the black tuxedo that he had been told to wear in substitution for his uniform formals. Frances, however, wore a white skirt, and loose white shirt feeling very much like she was a Bajoran version of her own wedding.
In fact, if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that it was her wedding. She didn't want to do that, though, because every time it came to kissing her new husband, she ended up looking into the dark eyes of her Astrophysics professor, and all around tutor.
The wedding was outside, under the shade of a gazebo that had been built for this occasion. A silk cord lay in front of the Vedek, and another, a little longer, in front of the Prailar.
Frances listened attentively – not without a blush or two whenever she accidentally met Icheb's eyes – to the Vedek, trying very hard not to do that which was making her blush. When said Vedek called for the groom to step forward, Benlet tugged Frances forward slightly, giving her a small nervous smile when she finally fell into step with him.
Icheb kept up with Anariel with far more ease, and both stopped mere feet from each other, parallel from their either real or implied partner. For Frances, this made not meeting Icheb's gaze very difficult.
The Vedek reached forward, and took the gray silk, as both Benlet and Anariel each held out their left hand. The Vedek took and end of the cord, which had been looped into a knot that allowed the loop to become smaller, or larger, and tightened it around Benlet's wrist, and did the same for Anariel.
Benlet gave Frances a small pull towards him, and stepped behind her, so that they switched places. Icheb, having been apparently warned of this, stepped smoothly into Anariel's vacated place, smiling slightly at Frances' apparent distress.
The Prailar took both of their hands, and looped the longer silk cord around their wrists deftly, not giving Frances time to resist. Within seconds, she was attached firmly to her Brunali counterpart.
Icheb smiled at her, and Frances tried to give a smile back, but seeing her reflection in his eyes, could see that she looked more like a terrified deer.
As she and Icheb followed Anariel and Benlet down the center of the rows of guests, Frances heard small titters of laughter.
"Did you see the look on her face? You'd almost think that she hadn't heard a word about it."
"Sicen, that's not fair, maybe she didn't."
"Okay, maybe. But why did Benlet choose her? I'd've been perfectly happy to escort him."
"Yeah, or be knotted to him." The giggles that erupted were quickly silenced by several 'Shh!'s. Frances was left wondering just how little she knew.
A/N: You'd better be grateful, I'm putting all my other stories on hiatus for you guys. I will be working fulltime on this (except when I get writer's block), so that I can get it done. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! (I don't know why this requires the evil laugh, but it does). And yes, I did make up the wedding as I went along.
The wedding day dawned, beautiful with clear skies, and warm – but not too warm – weather. The female guests wore light (in fabric and color) dresses that allowed the slight breeze to move without hindrance through the pale green, pink, and blue wrap-around's.
Anariel herself wore a skirt that shimmered in the light, changing between violet, and a deep blue, depending on how you looked at it. She was crowned with a ring of flowers, resting lightly on her dirty blonde hair. As if all of her life had led up to this moment, eyes so dark that the pupils were invisible shone with a light that could never be duplicated by any external source.
Benlet, wore a suit of the same material, and stood on the far left of the guests, with Frances at his side. Parallel to them, on the far right, were Anariel, and Icheb. Icheb looked positively gorgeous in the black tuxedo that he had been told to wear in substitution for his uniform formals. Frances, however, wore a white skirt, and loose white shirt feeling very much like she was a Bajoran version of her own wedding.
In fact, if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that it was her wedding. She didn't want to do that, though, because every time it came to kissing her new husband, she ended up looking into the dark eyes of her Astrophysics professor, and all around tutor.
The wedding was outside, under the shade of a gazebo that had been built for this occasion. A silk cord lay in front of the Vedek, and another, a little longer, in front of the Prailar.
Frances listened attentively – not without a blush or two whenever she accidentally met Icheb's eyes – to the Vedek, trying very hard not to do that which was making her blush. When said Vedek called for the groom to step forward, Benlet tugged Frances forward slightly, giving her a small nervous smile when she finally fell into step with him.
Icheb kept up with Anariel with far more ease, and both stopped mere feet from each other, parallel from their either real or implied partner. For Frances, this made not meeting Icheb's gaze very difficult.
The Vedek reached forward, and took the gray silk, as both Benlet and Anariel each held out their left hand. The Vedek took and end of the cord, which had been looped into a knot that allowed the loop to become smaller, or larger, and tightened it around Benlet's wrist, and did the same for Anariel.
Benlet gave Frances a small pull towards him, and stepped behind her, so that they switched places. Icheb, having been apparently warned of this, stepped smoothly into Anariel's vacated place, smiling slightly at Frances' apparent distress.
The Prailar took both of their hands, and looped the longer silk cord around their wrists deftly, not giving Frances time to resist. Within seconds, she was attached firmly to her Brunali counterpart.
Icheb smiled at her, and Frances tried to give a smile back, but seeing her reflection in his eyes, could see that she looked more like a terrified deer.
As she and Icheb followed Anariel and Benlet down the center of the rows of guests, Frances heard small titters of laughter.
"Did you see the look on her face? You'd almost think that she hadn't heard a word about it."
"Sicen, that's not fair, maybe she didn't."
"Okay, maybe. But why did Benlet choose her? I'd've been perfectly happy to escort him."
"Yeah, or be knotted to him." The giggles that erupted were quickly silenced by several 'Shh!'s. Frances was left wondering just how little she knew.