White Wedding

N/A · 06-10-2013, 12:17 PM

The boy had been anxiously awaiting his father's call. He hadn't slept more than a few minutes that night, but instead had been lying in the open staring up at the stars. In a few short hours he would be marrying the girl he loved. He - along with Epiphron - would be symbolically signing the bottom of a very important contractual alliance between Valhalla and Seracia. It was a big step, but one he was more than willing to take. His father's call was a welcome relief to the flood of nervous thoughts in his head. In an instant he was on his paws, shaking briefly and moving toward the shed. He settled himself alongside his father and watched as the others gathered. Not a word slipped drom the prince's jaws, his tongue felt like a piece of leather. When his father moved to leave, Maverick followed suit.

The travel to Valhalla was normal for him. He'd done this before, more than once. Paws carried him rhythmically astride his sire as his mind again began to whirr. He'd never been to a wedding before. What would it be like? What would the rest of Valhalla be like? Would Syrinx be there? Maverick's tail flickered behind him. He wasn't afraid of Syrinx anymore, nor of the rest of Valhalla. They had to respect him now. The voyage was mostly in silence, save for the chattering of the other Seracians. And so they went.

When they arrived he breathed in the welcoming scent of Valhalla. It was familiar, and somewhat exciting. His father thought highly of these wolves, and so he did as well. He joined in on Gerhardt's chorus, tapering off in unison with the King. Gerhard then asked him if he was nervous. With a gulp he forced his leathery tongue to produce words. "Should I be?"

"speeeeech"

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