Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170622150059/@comment-28358106-20170624184615

Asja says nothing, but instead scoots closer to Cire as they ride through the city towards the departure point.

The remaining guests pile into their carraiges to fall in behind the newlyweds. When they get underway, it seems as if the entire city has turned out for the celebration. Music and partying can be seen and heard on every corner of every street. People throw flower petals on them from above as they pass, shouting greetings. Holstaur housewives giddily run in front of the Procession and lay down a carpet of flowers for them to pass over, and dozens of people toss flowers into Asja's and Cire's laps. They look up as they pass between two tall buildings,

The Arachnes of the Seamstresses Guild skitter excitedly across the building faces. Seeing the couple approach, they unfurl a massive silken banner anchored between the buildings, the lettering of the words upon it glittering like silver:

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE NEW COUPLE

LONG LIVE THE REGENT

They toss beautiful, multicolored silken streamers on the procession as it passes under them, waving. Surprisingly, Asja smiles and waves back.

The jubilee continues until they finally reach the landing grounds to the west of the city, just outside its walls. There, a dozen light airships, harnessed by Rocs and hanging under massive balloons, wait to take them to Iveria for the reception.

"Oh, no," groans Thomas upon seeing the airships. He already looks green at the thought of flying.