"This dress is Prince Troy's favourite colour. I don't understand why you don't like it." Teyla looked down at her 'wedding' dress on the mannequin. Normally she liked purple but not this purple. It was a mucky purple it'd look like she'd been dragged backwards through a hedge then through 2 metres of mud. Tassels and ribbons stuck out in every direction.
"I would prefer to have a wedding dress I like. As this is not my idea of a marriage, so I would have thought I would be granted that small wish."
"Don't talk such blasphemy child. The Prince is a handsome man. What colour would you like this dress to be? He won't be pleased." Teyla thought a moment.
"I will wear this dress if another is made for a different occasion, like the banquet afterwards." The woman looked at Teyla. "The dress will be to my design and the colour I prefer."
"Very well, ma'am." Teyla tried to think of a colour to have, no purple or red. A familiar pair of eyes prompted blue to come to mind but what shade? The first shade that came to mind was a sky blue – it would be too bright for the sad occasion. Pondering, a certain commanding officer's dress blues came to mind; a deep navy blue would look perfect on her.
"A deep blue." She instructed the woman. Teyla quickly outlined the details of the dress as John bounced into the room.
"Afternoon!" He called. Teyla knew he was up to something. He grabbed Teyla's hand and began to drag her from the room. Before he could reach the door, the seamstress stopped them.
"How dare you touch the Princess in that way?" She scolded him.
"Sorry." Sheppard fully intertwined his fingers with hers. "There we go!"
"You'd better be very careful, if the Prince finds out you're touching his future Queen like that…"
"Oh relax!" Teyla told her. John raised an eyebrow in amusement at Teyla's comment; she was really picking up phrases from him. "The Colonel wants to show me something, he always gets like this when he is excited." Before the old woman could reply they quickly ran from the room. "Are you going to tell me what that was about Colonel?" He shook his head. He dragged her through the town to where McKay and Beckett were. "What are you up to?"
"You'll find out tomorrow!" He whispered into her ear. Rodney and Carson sat on the grass outside the city.
"We thought you'd might like to have a picnic with us, lass." Teyla laughed. "To give you a chance to take your mind off tomorrow." John sat her down and pulled out the basket.
"In here we have the finest here has to offer." They started to eat and avoided the topic of tomorrow whenever they could.
TBC