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Artorias chuckled as he walked with Basilisk, listening to every choice his nephew made and committing it to memory so he could recite it to Briar when he partnered with her to make this wedding a reality. "Fortunately, Auster doesn’t get terribly cold like Boreas. Mostly we get rainy, but even that doesn’t make for a pleasant outdoor wedding," he replied with another chuckle. "We’ll set the date for late autumn then. You’ll still get all the beautiful foliage of the fall trees that way."

The pair of wolves came to rest on a hilltop in between the grove and the castle, Artorias looking from the burnished orange trees to the north down to the gray stone of Hearthstone. "So a grove wedding and a castle reception then. Well make that happen." Art turned a kind smile to Bas, still not used to having to look up at another wolf. Even at his full dire height, Basilisk dwarfed him. "Should we be preparing to host all of the Armada, or just the Fatalises? And do you have any other special requests for the day we can accommodate for you and your bride to be?"

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"