Ignita wiped a tear from her cheek. She couldn't believe this was all happening. Their vows said, the ceremony finished, and they approached the castle from the grove. Her eyes glazed over as she picked out the faces of the crowd. Some she knew, some she didn't. She was proud of her darling babies minding Spider and being as well-behaved as they could be for being only a few months old. Her eyes glistened with gratefulness at the short Armadan hier. Wondering if their friendship could ever be salvaged. Though her eyes could hardly linger away from her husband for long.

The trail was lined with beautiful white and blue flowers over the crisp late autumn ground. Leading the procession up to the castle, Ignita could do nothing but look up in wonder at the beautiful castle. Naming each feature she had once seen in a book of medieval warfare. She wondered if they had a copy.

The inside was warmly lit by a crackling fire in the massive hearth and the banquet tables nearly bowed under the weight of the food piled high. She ignored the sharp smell of wines that threatened to pull her into memories best left in the past, instead, she picked out the rare and wonderful scents of foods she head never smelled nor tasted before!

A small table, a sweetheart table, was decorated more than the others and made just for the bride and groom. They made their way to the table and let the guests come filing in. She was so nervous with how many thank yous she would have to do.


Please let Basilisk post first, then you may begin the reception!

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"

Basilisk felt as if his entire body was thrumming, full of energy. Nerves and excitement both. Being in front of all the wolves that had watched them was unnerving, but holding Ignita to him after they had said their vows, their commitment… she was finally his. Truly, and absolutely.

With the beautiful party around them, he led Ignita to the table that had been set aside for them. With room for Spider, Sirius, Yara and Oleander near them. People they both cared about. Leaving the care of their children in others hands for the moment, but he had never intended for Spider to spend the whole wedding minding younglings.

As they seated themselves, he signalled for people to come and mingle and speak with them if they wished to.

"Basilisk" | "Ignita"

Iska had been watching quietly, his wide, curious eyes taking in everything about the ceremony. His small paws barely made a sound as he moved, a little shadow observing the grand event unfolding before him. He had stayed close to Spider, minding himself as he always did, yet his gaze never strayed far from his parents.

As they entered the castle, the scent of unfamiliar foods mingled with the warmth of the hearth. His mother’s joy radiated off her like the crackling fire, and Iska felt something stirring in his small chest. He padded softly towards her, his steps deliberate and filled with purpose. Reaching her side, he stood for a moment, looking up at her glowing face.

With a sudden burst of affection, Iska rose on his hind legs and pressed his small muzzle gently against her cheek, the softest of kisses. He felt her warmth, the love she carried so carefully, and it made him feel safe. Then, without hesitation, he turned towards his father, who was standing tall and proud, and gave a light, playful bump against his arm. His small body pressed momentarily against the strength of his father's frame.

Without a word, Iska slipped back down, his small form disappearing into the crowd to mingle. He felt content, knowing he had shared in a moment of quiet affection with his parents, their love and bond felt deeply even in his young heart. Now, with his little heart swelling with pride, he wandered back to his siblings, his steps a little lighter.


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