White Wedding

N/A · 06-19-2013, 01:17 AM

Elphaba trailed behind the Seracian wolves, she had met Maverick once, the boy seemed harmless enough, competent and patient enough to easily accept Gerhardt's crown, she was serve the transition just as loyally as she had served Gerhardt. She knew nothing of Valhalla and even less of the wolf who was marrying their Seracian prince, she supposed she was going as more of a curiosity than anything else. She had never seen a wedding, had never been allowed to grace the sacred place of bonding with her filthy hide. Curiosity at what transpired encouraged her decision to attend.

She blended seamlessly, speaking politely when approached and remaining utterly silent otherwise. She gave the royal family their space, while she trusted no one here aside from Gerhardt and Maverick, she would not impede upon a day this important to either of them. She gathered with the rest of the crowd, clinging to the edges of the group almost subconsciously, a habit she had obtained in her youth, a quick escape if hostilities arose. She reclined to her haunches and waited for the ceremony to begin.

"Speech"

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