crystal;

[heirring]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Wysteria
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: A very heartfelt announcement. No shenanigans here, no siree.

[The sun is—well, not quite shining as it is rather very overcast. The birds are—shrieking is really more in line with what the seagulls swooping about the Gallows do. But at least Wysteria Poppell is this morning at her most aggressively bright:]

Good Morning, Riftwatch. This is Miss Wysteria Poppell with a very brief but quite happy announcement.

For those of you who are not otherwise engaged outside the Gallows on the date in question, I should like to cordially invite you on Summerday to bring your best clothes and join the company which will be travelling from here to Edlingham Hall in the Vinmark foothills.

Warden Andrasteia has helped to arrange a very lively party there. We will be camping in the ruin overnight, and expect to engage in all the usual dancing and playing of music and general revelry which is typical in celebration of myself and Monsieur de Foncé's most sincere wedding vows.

Gifts are not unwelcome, but are hardly necessary; we wish only to celebrate our most enduring happiness with anyone who should care to share it. Thank you in advance for all your kind words and congratulations.

Comments

private

[bouchonne]

[ He hesitates a long moment before asking this, because of where they last left things, but he...can't not. ]

Miss Poppell. May I ask how this decision came about?

[ He sounds actually, uncharacteristically serious. ]

1/3

[acreage]

[acreage]

[acreage]

Good thing you like dogs.

private;

[heirring]

[Surely her voice does that thing it does when she is lying? Where it floats high and becomes all question marks? Due only to the fraught nature of their previous conversation?]

How kind of you to inquire, Ambassador! I suppose it came about in the way most decisions to be married do, having been closely acquainted for some time now. And having in that time secretly developed a deep and abiding affection which we have only just come to recognize.

[heirring]

Ah ha! You have seen through Monsieu—er Valentine's clever ruse! Congratulations, Mister Holden.

[acreage]

[ there are

so many

things he could say to that.

but he chooses, ]

Yeah, it was a tough one. [ but then, more genuinely, ] Congratulations. As long as you're happy, I'm happy for you.

private 4eva

[bouchonne]

[ Uh huh. ]

Are you having issues with money? Is it related to that house of yours?

[heirring]

Oh you must allow the man to think he is a perfect snake. I believe it is a mark of pride for Orlesians.

—But thank you, yes. I am quite pleased.

[heirring]

[Uhhhh no that would be ridiculous????]

I suppose I don't have to tell you that those are rather impolite questions to put to a young woman in place of congratulations, sir.

[bouchonne]

Miss Poppell, please do recall that you have expressed directly to me a strong dislike of the man.

[heirring]

Did I? [Shoot, she probably did.] I hardly recall.

—But that is on occassion the way of these things, you know. I recognize you are no great reader, but such conceits are often central to the fiction. Of books.

And stories are usually based at least a little on facts. Facts in life. So I suspect the swelling of such emotion to be quite natural.

[bouchonne]

[ Uh huuuuh. ]

Very well, then. My sincerest congratulations. Tell me, what qualities were they, that turned your heart so from dislike to love? What are his charms that won you over so?

[exequy]

All of us?

[heirring]

[Thanks the gods this is a private conversation, is her thought rather than how she might, say, simply and perfectly reasonably object to answer.]

Well he is quite bright. —I suppose it simply at some point during our long association occurred to me that perhaps the shared passion for certain intellectual pursuits which led us to be so argumentative with one another might equally be admired.

And he is quite enthusiastic about my work, of course.

And also looks well.

[heirring]

As I believe the adage goes, the more the merrier.

[cozen]

Félicitations! And camping—like a wedding adventure. I love it.

If we are compelled by our own hearts to give gifts—have you and Monsieur de Foncé agreed on any preferences for the style or colors of your household goods?

[exequy]

We do not say that in Nevarra.

[acreage]

I'll see what I can do. [ light, ] Maybe I'll get you a cat as a wedding present.

[ he considers: de foncé is the only person in riftwatch, and the world, probably, who can keep up with wysteria in a conversation. ]

You deserve to be happy. [ and, if it needs to be said, ] I'll be there.

[coquettish_trees]

[ okay we're going to play along because whatever the game is, she's here for you girl.

And so, delighted: ]

What wondrous news! How fortuitous it is to find that a partner in work has become also a partner in life.

You must allow me to help with your preparations.

[bouchonne]

And his personality?

[heirring]

Ah, how thoughtful a question! Thank you for it and your well wishes. We are in fact in perfect agreement.

[Says someone who has definitely had this conversation with their betrothed and is not currently glancing about them in the hopes of recognizing any set of colors currently to hand.]

Colors ought to be blue or [uh] orange? In whatever shades are pleasantly complimentary. And I realize it likely sounds unfashionable but having spent so much of my time in Thedas here, I have become very fond of how admirably robust Free Marches design is.

[justashotaway]

I hope it is a good marriage.

[ this is how you say congratulations right ]

[heirring]

Well. If the concept is so foreign, merely accept it as a succinct explanation as to my views on hospitality.

[heirring]

Good. [Is maybe just two shades too relieved.] I will be very happy for it.

—Oh but Mister Holden, please do be kind. I couldn't bear the company of a cat.