Once they had everything organized, Char took Xanthee's hand and placed it on his arm in a gentlemanly way. He puffed out his chest and paraded off the ship, he and Xan providing an almost celestial splendor for all watching. Xanthee was still wearing the opalescent curtain of a gown that continuously revealed more than it hid and hid more than it revealed, only giving a person a casual look but seemingly offering more. It clung in some areas and enhanced others with a soft billowing; the overall flattering of her figure was resplendent. She also had her hair elaborately pinned on her head with some pearl-studded bobby pins she'd found onboard. Char beside her was in his best suit, and not to be outdone, had many amethysts that brought out the pale violet in his eyes sewn into the pockets and throughout the vestment. The suit itself was of a deepest midnight and the shirt a glossy vivid purple, bringing out both of the seemingly natural colors of his hair with every graceful step. His hair was actually a deep purple throughout, but this wasn't always apparent with the seeming darkness of it, especially around that of his peers.
On Eden, all the typical Earth rules applied when it came to trivial matters such as hair and eye color, it was just the colors themselves that were altered. On Eden, hair color could be purple or blue or green naturally, whereas on Earth such things were seemingly impossible without a little dye. Likewise, on Eden if someone with blonde, black, red, or brown hair were to be seen, they'd be counted as a freak. After, women ruled the planet, and they loved their bright colors which flowed with all the possible fashions. If anything, women of Eden would use dye to enhance their color. Eye color was a similar situation. Eye color was hereditary, just as it would be on Earth, but followed a similarly skewed color scheme. Eye color tended to present itself in varying shades of yellow, purple, and red. Overall, Eden was a brightly colored culture, and Char loved his home-world completely. He looked over the gathered mass of faithful followers, smiling at the bright heads of hair and the gleaming eyes slit against the sun. Not only eye color was different, Char realized, but also the reaction. He had found it intriguing to watch Xan's eyes whenever a light was turned on or off, watching the beautiful pupil ensconced in an icy blue shrink evenly and retaining its shape. He had never realized how unique the cat-like pupils of his own people would seem to his lovely bride, the way that they shrank inwards into a minute sliver when too much light was present. All in all, Char was glad to be home.
Jarok would have been similarly pleased, if he didn't have to wrestle with Raven all the way down the sparkling metallic landing dock. The huge grin plastered on his face was more than merely skin deep, and in his exuberance he had reached out for Raven's arm, just as Char had grabbed Xanthee's. They were still in the interior of the ship and hidden by shadows from the general public. That's when she pushed him.
"Ewww," she muttered, "let go of me, creep." She shook her arm and dislodged the much smaller figure. As Jarok spun wildly out of control, he stumbled into the light and grasped the hem of Raven's dark blouse to gain his balance. As Raven was still recoiling in disgust, she lost her balance and tumbled on top of him at the top of the landing bridge. Unaware of the huge crowd watching them and focusing solely on the dislodged vile containing her feather that was dangling above Jarok precariously, she yelped and tried to grab it a moment too late. With a glint in his eyes, Jarok reached up and plucked the vile gently from her neck, breaking the gentle silver chain.
"I've got your heart in a bottle!" He started laughing maniacally and people on all sides began to step back with horror. One of the women below them tripped and let out a small squeal as she fell to the ground. Jarok craned his neck and looked around, all color draining out of his face. He laughed seeing the helplessness of his situation and fell back on the cool surface of the landing plank. He could see the back of Char's neck color with embarrassment, but he and Xanthee continued forward as though unaffected, although hurrying a bit faster than previously. He continued chuckling as Raven jumped up and off him and dusted her blue jeans and blouse, trying to straighten out her appearance and follow her friend. At the last moment she glanced back and happened to spot her amulet and snatched it from between Jarok's limp fingers. A few seconds later, Jarok calmed himself enough and climbed to his feet, going down the walkway with as little dignity as was left to him.
As Jarok's antics came to an end, the crowd grew quiet and followed as best they could the procession of Prince Char and his Chosen. By the time Wolf sullenly prowled out of the ship, most of the crowd had dispersed and returned to their homes, bustling and whispering about the wedding to take place that night. Wolf found his way to the palace, and after much agitated conversation with the guards, was directed to a small room where he lay down, utterly exhausted, for a well-deserved nap.