I am Hers, She is Mine

Gossamer fidgeted with the headpiece that Ásta had made for her, using her paws to smooth down a few stubborn clumps of fur that insisted on sticking up at odd angles. Small white roses had been dethorned and looped through the dark, braided leather on either side of a cluster of pale geraniums. Well, that was as good as it was going to get and she didn't want to be late. She took one last moment to comb her fur in a way to hide the scars on her face. Thankfully they were barely noticeable any more. In some places white fur was even growing back along the marred flesh but if one looked closely they could see the lines that never used to be there. Stupid pirate. Gossamer huffed and pushed the old harlot from her mind. Today was about her sister, she wanted to be present.

Gossy wrapped up the gifts for bride and groom. Several bottles of her finest ale as well as a brandy almost as old as they were if not older. She wrapped everything in a meticulously skinned moose hide and bound it to a decorated travois. The full ensemble would be her gift. Alas a travois was not an easy thing to wrap so she slipped herself into the harness, adjusted the straps, and headed for the beach with Kylfa and Ásta on either side.

The weather in Auster was far more agreeable than that of the cold north. It was sunny and warm with the gentlest of breezes. She arrived at the ceremonial venue, pausing to shrug off the travois and set it aside somewhere safe until she could properly gift it. Kylfa and Ásta opted to stay and guard it while Gossamer moved toward the seating area and found herself a spot near the front. She smiled at Artorias and shot him a nod of greeting before settling down to await her sister's arrival.