Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26517142-20160725205939

Ozma treads towards.... the dress trailing behindher. Winds picked up and glowing butterfiels flew in the night. The waxing silver of the moon began to shine.

Jeiel: (gulps)

Jared: (from behind) No backing down now.

Jeiel: Jared! Sheesh! You're interrupting my thoughts!

Jared: Just came to say.....(pats back) Good luck.

Jeiel smiled. He took Ozma's hand and led it to the altar.