A small island off the coast of Mar, White Isle is a beautiful place with beaches, waterfalls, and tropical breezes. It is disputed land, meaning it is not a part of Mar, but may answer to the Govern on some issues, such as overseas trade. Not heavily populated, the isle is called by many names - Lost Isle being most common - but is officially recognized as White Isle.

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An alter of what looks to be pure sand stands on the beach now, and ribbons of deep sky blue float about, held in the air by magic. A silver bowl sits upon the alter, filled with hibiscus petals and water.

Darien and Queen Augi stand behind the alter, waiting for the seats to be filled. Angelica Ruben is already sitting there, beside two men and a young lady who all have the same black hair and dark brown eyes, all of them dressed in white outfits trimmed in red, holding bronze sheilds.

Skye is sitting in front of the alter, looking up at the clear blue sky. His hair looks as messy as ever, but to Vern's credit it is much less tangled than before. He wears white pants and a shirt the color of his eyes, a white eagle embroidered on the back.

The Eminents sit on the appropriate side of the altar, both looking resplendent in deep, uneathly violet. Chance has already been crying, but Celicia's eyes are dry, her smile soft and expectant.

Drianis is there as well, in his kingly mail, looking as nervous as anyone else, when Mi, Tif, and Quava arrive. He has never felt so proud to be alive in his entire life as he is when he sees her there, decked out in the gorgeous blue dress, hair all fixed up. 

"Tif," Quava whispers, "bridesmaids stand on the left, past the altar. We need to go around the others, not straight through, and stand there. Okay?"

She nods. "I will follow you, Lady Quava."

Vern and Trinity come last, Trinity in a pale green dress holding her son, and Vern in white pants and a jade green shirt. He goes and stands off to the side of the alter and pulls out a silver flute from the case he'd been carrying and begins to play a sweet tune.

Trinity goes up to Skye and whispers something to him, then kisses his cheek before going to sit behind the three black haired people.

Skye stands up finally, turns, and sees Mi'ehna there. Oh, Mi... you're so beautiful...

Quava takes Etinifni's hand and leads her around the others, to the left side. She feels so... bubbly, right now, it is difficult for her to keep from shouting out loud.

Drianis takes his daughter's hand, eyes misting at the sight of her. "Mi'ehna... I could not have wished for such a perfect daughter..."

"Father..." Mi'ehna lowers her eyes, and lets the mountainous king lead her across the sand, where she stands beside Skye and trembles with restrained jubilance. She does not speak, does not look into his eyes, for if she did she would be unable to restrain her tears of pure, immaculate joy.

Skye takes her hand, unable to speak. This beautiful woman, going to be his wife.

"I have heard it said," Darien begins, "That love is blind." He smiles around at them all. "I believe this is true. And not only that, but it is deaf and dumb as well." A pause. "Skye and Mi'ehna stand before me, more in love than I have ever seen anyone, and one glance at them contradits all I just said. They have known each other for a short time, but already the bond they share is evident to anyone who sits in their presence for a few moments. They were made to be together."

The sweet music of Vern's flute flows around Darien's words.

"Love is not blind, for they look at each other with such open understanding... it is not deaf, for they speak to each other and listen to one another even when the words are not pleasant... it is not dumb because they speak to each other with words and actions that prove their love for one another."

Mi'ehna stares up at Skye now, unable to pull her eyes away from him. Even if the universe collapsed around them she would do nothing but hold her soul against his through their gaze, and thank the heavens for his presence in her life. Her tattooes burn so brightly that they can faintily be seen through her dress.

Skye meets her eyes and his wings appear. Darien smiles broadly at them both, holds up the silver bowl.

"Water is the blood, the life of the earth," he says. "I will now ask Skye and Mi'ehna to annoint each other with a drop of this water to symbolize that from now on, they will be for each other water, blood, and life."

Skye dips a finger into the bowl and touches it to Mi'ehna's forehead.

Mi'ehna does the same to him, letting her fingertips linger upon him for a moment. Her heart sings, and her own light must be surging like his, though she would not know of it.

Chance and Celicia hold onto one another's hands, trembling with the power of the moment. Drianis beams, and Quava cries softly... it is simply too beautiful to resist.

Trinity is crying as well, and the younger black haired man. `Tif is smiling, and her tattoos are glowing.

Darien puts down the bowl. "Marriage is a promise," he says. "A promise to love and stand by one another through the good and the bad. But we all have our own individual promises as well. Skye and Mi'ehna will present each other with a gift and the promises unique to their love."

Buddybot flies up, wearing a little bowtie at his neck, and softly drops the moonstone ring into Skye's hand. Only, there is something different about it, this time. The stone pulses brightly with a pale gold light.

"Mi... I gave you this ring along with my heart before... but today..." he slips it onto her finger, "... today it carries a part of my soul. A fragment of my light. My gift to you is my life. I promise to live for you, and only you. I promise to protect you and love you... forever."

Her eyes well up. There is no stopping her tears now, as they stream down her cheeks and cast vivide rainbows upon both their faces. Her skin burns with blush... so that was what he had done. That beautiful... prince!

Quava hands the bracelet to Mi'ehna, who smiles a little smile at her bridesmaids, and mouths a silent 'thank you'. 

"Skye... my love, my... my only..." she pauses, swallowing the lump in her throat. "This was... a gift to me from... from someone who I thought held..." pauses again, biting her lip. "Held nothing but... disdain for me. But... he changed and... instead of my enemy, I found... that... he was a better friend than I could have ever known. This bracelet is... it is a symbol... earned with years of pain that... that turned into a lifetime of wonder... in the band is infinity, for the love that I share with you has no end. The stones are..." she looks deeply into his eyes, soul screaming out for him at the top of its lungs. "... the stages of life... the changes we will face... but no matter what, we will always share our eternity, Skye. With this I promise you, that no change, no one, nothing will ever tear me away from your arms..."

Her speech had been an impromptu one, and now, as she clasps the bracelet onto Skye's wrists, she feels as though she is floating, flying high above the altar and these people... and there is only Skye. Skye, and sky, forever.

"Through the good, the bad, fire and ice, wealth and poverty, sickness ans health..." Darien's words seem to come from far off to Skye.
"Do you take this woman as your wife, to love, honor, and respect all the days of your life?" Darien asks.

"I do," Skye says, reaching up to lightly touch her cheek.

"And do you take this man to be your husband, to love, honor, and respect all the days of your life?" Darien asks of Mi'ehna.

Mi'ehna closes her eyes at his touch, but opens them quickly to gaze upon him. This is it... this is the moment she has yearned for since that day in the Malufel's lair. She takes a breath, reaching up to lay her hand upon his.

"I do." In those two words, her voice rises, carrying out over the winds of the beach, pouring her heart and soul into every rock and grain of sand, and tree, and bird, and human being within earshot.

Without waiting for Darien to tell him, Skye leans forward and kisses his wife.

"Skye Sands of Sheridan and Mi'ehna Sheridan Sands, man and wife," Darien says, wiping a tear from his eye.

A pearly transparent figure hovering over the water smiles at them and fades away.

Quava shouts out her joy at last, not longer able to contain herself. The Eminents cheer and hold each other, both faces wet with tears now, and Drianis applauds with dry eyes, but a moved expression settled over his regal face.

Mi'ehna surrenders herself to Skye's kiss, sobbing and kissing him in equal measure. There are no words to explain the wonder in her heart, no song to hail the ecstasy flowing throughout every vein of her singing body, no poem to capture the magic of this, their moment. In a time where billions of moments can be named and claimed, this one belongs only to Skye and Mi'ehna Sands, man and wife, lover and beloved, two hearts beating, at long, sweet last, as one.

`Tif dances around happily.

Darien and his queen embrace for a moment before he pulls away, embarassed.

Even Luke Skye seems to understand this is a happy moment, and he squeals with pleasure in his mother's lap. Trinity cries, too, smiling softly, and Vern's flute takes up a more joyous note. Angelica Ruben steps up beside him and begins pounding on a small drum.

Skye breaks their kiss at last. "Will you dance with me, Madame Sands?" he asks.

"Oh, Skye, I would not dream of doing otherwise..." Mi'ehna's hands find their way around his back, and she leans upon him, knowing nothing else but to be close to him now.

Darien and Augi are already dancing, and Trinity spins around with her son.

Skye puts his arms around her and begins to sway gently with her, his wings not showing any sign of folding themselves away any time soon.

"You said you would dance with me, Lady Quava," `Tif reminds her.

Mi'ehna smiles through her rainbow tears and clings to him, the moonstone tingling slightly upon her finger. So wonderful... so this is what it means to be alive.

Quava wipes her eyes and nods to Etinifni, holding out her hands. "I most certainly did," she smiles a lovely smile for Etinifni. "Come dance with me!"

`Tif's dress flows and her hair flies as she dances.

After a while, Buddybot comes flying in on one of three long tables laden with food.
"Feasting time! And whoever wants to make a toast, now's your time!" he waves a glass filled with gold liquid.

Quava dances very well with Etinifni, but her mind is wandering. Her heart is swollen to overflowing with beautiful, loving images, and she cannot help but think... nah. Surely not. She simply dances as close to Etinifni as she can without being rude, and smiles a contented smile.

Drianis reaches out, and takes up a glass. "To fate," he booms, "and its roundabout way of bringing joy into our lives. And to the groom... may he never get my daughter angry at him, for his own sake."

Chance and Celicia snicker at that.

"To Mi'ehna..." Trinity says, lifting a glass as well. "For giving Skye reason to live." Luke Skye gurgles his agreement.

Buddybot downs two glasses and holds up the third.
"I don't believe in marriage," he says. "At best, it's a happy delusion - these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they're about to make each other. But, but, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don't think it's delusional. I think it's very... romantic. To my Boss and his wife!" he downs this glass as well and immediately passes out.

Mi'ehna looks at Buddybot, then up to Skye. "I am so going to put moth balls in his liquor tomorrow."

Skye grins. "I think he was being nice, Mi." He kisses her cheek.

Darien takes up a glass. "To love!" and drinks.

Drianis raises his glass as well, to that. The Eminents are too busy staring at one another to really notice.

Mi'ehna looks at Skye again. "To love," she whispers, as she pulls him into a deep, searching kiss.

He returns the kiss eagerly, holding her close.

"Skye..." Vern smirks, the teasing glint back in his eye, "...get a room." He raises his glass in a silent toast to them and drinks.

Quava turns her face away from Etinifni. She's crying again, at how wonderful all this is, but she really doesn't want to spoil the mood with her tears. 

Mi'ehna glances at Vern, and hugs Skye closer. "In a minute," she laughs.

"Lady Quava..." `Tif says. "There is nothing wrong with crying tears of joy. This is a happy, happy day." She downs a glass of wine herself, her tattoos glowing.

The three black haired people come up to the newlyweds.

"Mi, this is Bellamy Beaux and her brothers, Blaze and Rio, friends of mine," Skye says.

"How do you do," Mi greets them, giving a warm smile to all three of them. "It is my pleasure to meet you!"

Quava glances at the genie, then down at the sand again. "Etinifni..." she cannot bring herself to look up. The choice that stands before her is a very dangerous one... either keep quiet, and regret it, or speak up, and risk ruining a friendship... she cannot decide.

"Lady Quava?" Etinifni follows her eyes down to the sand. Nothing interesting there. "Do you have a wish?" she asks.

"Skye came to our world a few years ago and fought in our tournament... and won," says Blaze. "We came to congradulate him on his marriage and invite him to the next tournament in a few months."

"You're welcome to come as well," Rio puts in. "Skye told us that his wife is not only beautiful, but strong as well."

Bellamy gazes at Mi'ehna with something like jealousy, but says nothing.

Mi'ehna smiles a pretty smile at Bellamy in particular, and nods. "I do alright," she agrees, "when the muse descends. I would love to play with you!"

Quava bites her lip. "Maybe," she answers Etinifni, looking up at the genie. "Etinifni, do you remember how you wanted to travel, and find someone who might love you?"

The genie nods. "Of course. And you said I could travel with you... unless you have changed your mind?"

Bellamy looks up at Skye, then at Mi'ehna. A slow smile graces her features, and she holds somethign out to them. "This brings good fortune to newlyweds where I come from," she says. "Hang it beside your door." It is a small bronze plaque with an engraving of the sun.

Mi'ehna lays a hand upon it, taking it gingerly, and with many an 'aww!' and 'thank you!'  "I think good fortune has already found us, though..."

Quava hesitates. She doesn't know whether she has the heart to go through with this or not. "What if there was... someone here. Who could love you, given a little time with you. Would that make you happy?"

`Tif tilts her head to one side, smiling. "It would make me very happy..." she says.

At the water's edge, Trinity and Vern are playing with their son, and Angelica Ruben and Augi are conversing over plates of salmon and fresh fruit.

Mi'ehna gives Skye another slow, soft kiss. "My love," she whispers to him, "we have food to attack. Shall we?"

Quava finally lets her eyes settle on Etinifni's. "May I be that one...?"

It seems to take a full minute for Etinifni to fully understand. When she does, though, the tattoos all over her body glow brightly, and she smiles. "I wish you would," she says quietly, stepping forward and hugging the revanant.

Mi, look, Skye says in Mi'ehna's mind, looking to `Tif and Quava.

Relief sweeps over the revenant's poor abused heart. She lays her head against the genie's shoulder, unsure as to whether she ought to tell her how terrified she had been about two seconds before.

"You will have to teach me cards, now, Etinifni." She closes her eyes, and smiles against Tif's skin. "Later."

Mi'ehna turns her head and looks, and her features soften. "Look, Skye... you were right." She smiles at him again, as ever. "What a wonderful day this is... nothing could ruin this day."

The Beaux siblings are already seated at the long table, wolfing food down in one of those unspoken but mutually understood let's-see-who-can-eat-the-most contests.

`Tif pulls away gently. "Let's sit and eat, Quava," she says, smiling.

Skye pulls out a chair for his wife, smiling at his genie.

Quava nods, returning the expression as best she can, under the circumstances. She isn't sure whether to scream or dance, sing or cry, laugh or headbutt somebody. She just knows that, for the first time in a very long time, she feels... really, truly good about herself. She walks towards the table, with a bit of a spring in her step.

"Aww, you," Mi'ehna grins, pecking Skye's cheek once before she sits down.

Skye sits beside her, meets Rio's eye, and immediately begins to attack his food as well. Between bites, snippets of conversation jump about the table. At some point, Skye and Vern engage in a heated conversation in that language Skye's mother taught him as a child, and when they finally stop, Trinity is laughing. Luke Skye plays with his food, and Augi and Darien can barely take their eyes off of one another to eat.

"This has to be the happiest day of my life..." Skye muses.

"Can you understand what they are saying?" Quava asks of Tif at some point during the conversation, her eyes set upon the sparse fruit that she chose for herself.

Mi'ehna listens to the discourse, smiling brightly. She lets her eyes close partway through, and just listens, unwilling to admit how tired she is starting to feel. Her heart still sings, though.

Drianis, who attacks the food as if it is a hated foe, looks up at a point, tilting his head. "Has anyone seen the Eminents?"

Someone probably did. Celicia left her shoes at the edge of their circle when the two literally ran down the beach together, inspired by the loving feelings in the air.

"Not a word," `Tif confesses, smiling an innocent smile.

"Mi..." Skye reaches out to stroke her hair. "Are you happy?"

Quava grins, and gives her a gentle nudge. 

"Oh yes, my love." Mi'ehna opens her eyes, letting them come back into focus slowly, on their own time. "I have never been so happy as I am now, ever. Are you, Skye Sands of Sheridan... are you happy, too?"

He smiles, shakes his head. "No... I'm not happy. I'm..." he thinks for a moment. "Euphoric."

Buddybot sits up quite suddenly. "Damn... I didn't know you knew that word, Boss!" he says.

Mi snickers, and holds her arms out. "Buddybot, will you not kiss the bride?" She looks at Skye. "Or the groom, I suppose, if you like that sort of thing."

The little robot makes a disgusted sort of noise, but romps across the table and knocks his forehead gently against Mi'ehna's. "You take care of my Boss."

Mi'ehna grins, and knocks her forehead against his in return. Two can play at the drunken headbutting game. "I just might do that. But, Buddybot... you are coming with us, wherever we end up going, are you not?" 

Buddybot makes a faint beeping noise. "I gotta make a trip. But I'll be back soon."

"We're going to stay here for a while," Skye tells him. "Getting used to married life."

Vern snikers and says something to Skye in their language. Skye blushes and replies.

"Whatever he said is a filthy lie," Mi'ehna grins, "unless it was a compliment for me. And as for you," she baps Buddybot gently on the head. "Do not be too long. I rather like you."

"He said," Buddybot makes a beeping noise, " 'More like -' " Skye smacks him.

"Don't translate that for her," he says. "It's not appropriate talk for the table... and since when do you understand Mardioma?"

Buddybot shrugs his little metal shoulders. "Flying around here... everyone speaks it." He looks to Mi'ehna. "I'm gonna go get my hardware upgraded."

Mi'ehna blinks. "This is not... like... prison slang for robots, right?" She really has no idea what he's talking about.

Skye grins. "He's going to go get better parts," he explains. "He'll be able to consume more alchol, fly faster, gather and store more information, and consume more alchol."

"Damn right," Buddybot says.

Mi smiles at both of them. "You are a trooper for the cause, Buddybot." Her eyes close again, for a moment, and then again, for a bit longer. Before she is even aware of it, she is dozing off again.

Quava catches sght of this. "Tif, look. Do you think," she whispers, "we ought to tell Skye?"

But Skye doesn't need to be told anything. "Mi..." he nudges her gently. "I think you need rest..." Angelica Ruben had explained what was wrong, of course, but it didn't stop him from being worried. "You shouldn't be out here... I'll take you to bed so that you can sleep."

"No, Skye, this our re..." She blinks. What is the word? It strikes her as odd, as she's usually pretty verbose; anyone who speaks as a rule without contractions has to be. "Re...hearsal? No... Reception. This is our wedding reception, Skye. I am okay." Her eyes are only half open, though, and she only turns her head slowly when her father's hand lays across her shoulder.

"Mi'ehna. Listen to your husband, and get some rest." He smiles at her. "Or I will ground you."

"You have to save something for the wedding night, anyway, Mi!" Quava winks at them smiling prettily in the hopes of keeping this from getting too serious.

Mi'ehna looks at Skye then, and nods. "Alright. I will try to rest, my love."

Skye stands up, offering her both his hands to take. "Come. I'll make you some of that tea..." he smiles softly. "And I'll sing for you."

Mi'ehna lays her hands upon his, and pulls herself to her feet with some little effort. "Later," she whispers, as she all but falls into his arms, "I will make you sing again."

Quava lets out a quiet catcall, and nibbles a grape.

Skye grins, putting an arm around her and leading her back to his room. Their room.

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When the newlyweds return, Darien and Augi anre dancing together, as are Blaze and Angelica Ruben. `Tif is playing with Luke Skye in the sand.

"Ah, there they are!" Quava waves to them and hurries over to hug both bride and groom, her smile wide, glamourous, and sincere. "Did everything get worked out, Skye?"

"I got her to drink some tea," he says. "But I need to talk to you about something important. `Tif, too."

"Sure." Quava smiles at him, taps him on the chest. "Check this out, Skye. Mi'ehna?"

"Yeah?"

"May I kiss the groom?"

Mi grins a mischievous grin. "By all means."

Skye looks at her. "Some wife. Don't I get a say in this?" But he doesn't seem angry. Knowing Quava - that is, knowing happy Quava - well. That didn't tell him much. He looks up at his wife's bridesmaid, curious.
Maybe we'll get lucky and '`Tif will see and get jealous.

Mi'ehna nudges Skye gently. "Most men would kill to be in your place, Skye. On your wedding day, your wife has given you permission to kiss a gorgeous woman right in front of her."

Quava lays her hands on either side of Skye's face, not waiting for him to answer. "You should feel lucky," she whispers, "you will be the first man I have kissed in twenty-four hundred years."

Mi'ehna smiles at that. "Go ahead, Skye, it is okay."

He looks from Mi'ehna to Quava, back to Mi'ehna, hesitates a moment, then pulls away a little, kissing Quava on the cheek. "This better not be one of those 'You'd better understand it's okay or I'll hit you' things," he says. "I hope I don't offend you, Quava. But..." he kisses her other cheek. "I don't think it's okay."

Quava lowers her eyes, and steps back, nodding slowly. "Not at all. I will go get 'Tif." She turns and trudges off towards the genie, not as ticked off as she might have been. At least it means that his devotion to Mi'ehna is complete.

Mi'ehna watches her go, and then looks at Skye with a certain curiosity shining in her eyes. "Better not be, Skye?" She tilts her head just a little bit. "I feel like a fool, now. Building her up like that..."

Skye is watching Quava. "Don't..." he says, turning to her. "I'm yours, Mi. No one else's. It probably sounds childish and selfish, but I'll say it anyway: I don't want anyone but you touching me." He looks down at the sand. "Does that make you think less of me?"

"How am I suposed to be mad at you when you say things like that? Of course not, Skye, I just worry for her feelings. The poor thing might smile, but she still needs people to be warm for her, and build her confidence again." She tilts her head the other way, smiling a bit at him. "I hope you do not have the same rule of me. I am yours, Skye, but I do so love affection."

"Etinifni, your master is calling for you!" Quava's voice certainly does not sound perturbed or hurt in any way.

"I don't mind others showing you affection, but there are ways I want to touch you... that no one else should be able to." He smiles. "Like this, for instance..." and he pushes his light gently against hers, brushing his lips against hers, tracing the curve of her waist with his fingertips.

"Master?" `Tif picks up Luke Skye and turns to face Quava. "He is calling for me?"

Quava nods, and points over to Mi'ehna and Skye. "Over there. Come." She leads Etinifni back that way, still smiling dutifully.

Mi'ehna enjoys Skye's kiss, and returns it, but she does break it and give him a nudge. "Skye. You know I love you, and my body belongs to no one else. I like kissing people though... where I was from, open-mouthed kisses are sort of common as a greeting. Um... did you not see me kiss Etinifni? It was hardly a loving gesture, Skye."

He nods. "I'll just have to get used to it, then..." he says, taking her hand. He doesn't mind. Much. So long as her heart only belongs to him. And she'd proved it to him. Plenty of times over.

"Master?" `Tif's tattos are still faintly glowing, and she's doing that little dance of impatience, the 'please-make-a-wish' dance.

"I just needed to remind you that the Beuax siblings will need to be transported magically. Angelica Ruben as well," he says. "And tomorrow, you, Quava, Mi and I have something very important to discuss..." he looks around. "Did Buddybot leave already?"

`Tif nods. "He wished for some wine for the journey and then left."

Mi'ehna bites her lip a bit. She wishes with all her heart that he would just tell her what the hell is going on, and is doing everything in her power to keep from becoming too upset.

"Etinifni," Mi looks to the genie, her mind made up. "May I make a wish?"

"Of course!" the genie says happily.

"I wish... that..." she blinks. Coughs softly, at another stabbing pain in her chest. She shakes her head, and puts it out of her mind. "I wish that it would rain, and we could all dance in the rain together!" As an afterthought, she adds, "And that everyone's clothes become good rain-dancing clothes."

"Whee!" `Tif daces around in a circle, wiggles her fingers in the air. Clouds gather and a warm rain starts to fall.
"Come dance with me, Quava!" she tugs on the revanent's arm.

Skye runs a hand over his shirt. the water doesn't cling to it at all.

Quava smiles up at the sky, and runs off to dance with Etinifni. "Hang on," she stops, and throws off her sorceress's cloak so that she can move more freely. "Much better. Show me how genies dance, Tif!"

Mi'ehna nudges him. "Dance with me, Mr. Sands."

Trinity and Vern are at the water's edge, dancing already, and Skye takes Mi'ehna's hand, kisses it, and leads her in that direction.

Etinifni takes both Quava's hands in her own and starts to show her how to move her feet and spin in circles.

Quava laughs and follows along, carefully though. A thought hits her quite suddenly as she dances, though.

"Etinifni, may I make a wish?" she asks, bouncing along with the genie. "I have an idea."

Mi'ehna goes along with Skye, feeling content, and happy to be getting all wet. Her dress, thankfully, is safe, and so she holds onto Skye's hand and plants her other hand upon his backside, grinning. "Dance, little man."

`Tif watches her Master dance with his wife, turns her sparkling eyes on Quava. "Oh, yes! Make a wish!"

Quava blushes a bit, looking into Etinifni's eyes. "Well... my horns. They are so dangerous... I wish that my horns were retractable, so that I can dance safely with you!"

`Tif stops dancing, clapps her hands. "That is a wonderful idea!" She touches a glowing blue finger to Quava's forehead. "There... now you can put them away whenever you want."

It is a most unearthly feeling that passes through Quava's body as her skull and bones alter beneath Tif's touch. She can feel new muscles around each horn, and tries it out immediately. The horns slide beneath her hair, the openings sealing over instantly with new skin. 

"Thank you, Etinifni! Now..." She reaches out, snags Tif's hand. "Let us try this again."

`Tif smiles happily, loops her arms loosely about Quava's neck, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet.

The Beaux siblings have begun a coplicated sort of fighting dance with their sheilds. Bellamy's sheild is the smallest, Rio's a bit bigger, and the sheild that Blaze carries is the largest.

Skye continues to dance, heart, mind and eyes focused on Mi'ehna.

Quava very carefully wraps her arms around Etinifni's waist, and bounces likewise, giggling softly. She has never felt so happy to be acting ridiculous.

"Look at them," Mi'ehna coos, gazing at Tif and Quava, "it is so wonderful to see Quava smiling like that..."

"`Tif looks happy, too..." Skye muses.

The rain isn't showing any signs of letting up.

After a little while, Trinity picks up Luke Skye and walks over to the new couple. "I need to take him to bed now," she says.

"Alright... thank you for coming, Trinity." Mi'ehna gazes at Luke Skye for a moment. "And thank you, little one, for not crying during the ceremony. You are a trooper." She wiggles her finger at Luke, and takes a step forward, giving Trinity a quick, but sure, peck on the lips. "Thanks!"

Skye smirks at the expression on Trinity's face. She recovers from the shock, though, and gives Skye and Mi'ehna eah a breif hugs before going back to the house, Luke Skye keeping his sea-green eyes on Mi'ehna until he finally closes them, yawning an innocent little yawn.

Mi'ehna nestles back in against Skye, not dancing, just hugging him, smiling her most potent smile. "See? No harm done... hey. Skye, is that a person coming up the beach there?"

Far down the way a woman is walking quietly towards the group, wrapped in a stately sort of coat in deep, impossible blue. The deep reddish pink of her hair is tied in an attractive tail, and the pallor of her skin is offset by a soft azure glow radiating from her skin. Her eyes are purely black, without whites or irises.

He nods slowly, watchign the person approach.
"Another guest?" he wonders quietly. "Do you recognize her, Mi? I don't."

Mi'ehna shakes her head. 

"No. But I know those eyes..." her voice quivers a little bit, and she clings to Skye a bit more fiercely.

Drianis intercepts the approaching woman, and the two speak out of earshot for a moment before walking together towards Skye and Mi'ehna.

"Mi'ehna, Skye," Drianis booms, setting a hang on the tall-ish woman's shoulder, "this young lady is Mi'ehna."

The glowy woman holds out her hand, each finger adorned with a ring of a different color. "My pleasure to meet the two of you. Am I too late to offer my congratulations to the couple?"

Quava happens to look over, somehow managing to tear her eyes away from Etinifni, and stares vapidly for a long moment. "Etinifni, do you see that woman over there? That... it is! That is Radivishe Moorn's daughter."

Skye holds his wife close, examining the newcomer. "He named his daughter for you?" he says to her. "He really did love you, didn't he?"
Hesitantly, he accepts the woman's hand, quite unable to look away from those eyes.

"Is she going to hurt my Master?" `Tif asks, worried.

"No," Quava quickly answers, "I have met her. She is a saint, would never hurt someone outside of self-defense."

Mi'ehna looks at the other Mi'ehna, still quite starstruck. This woman... there's no question. She is divine... and the daughter of Radivishe Moorn?

"I was looking for my namesake... please, call me Dun while I am here." The woman smiles a very pretty, fanged smile at them. "To prevent confusion. Congratulations, then, upon your union... may I speak openly with you?"

Skye nods slowly. "Of course... Dun." He looks to Etinifni. "Turn off the rain, would you, `Tif?" It stops instantly, the skye lightening with fluffy clouds. The sun hangs low now, warm colors starting to wash over the clear water.

Dun nods her thanks, but the moisture in her clothes and hair is already gone, and so she wasn't really bothered.

"It is not often that I hear from my father," she begins, her voice at once beautiful and terrifying. "He and I see things very differently. However, when he told me that it was within my power to help my namesake and her husband... well. One does not overlook benevolent gestures from Radivishe Moorn. They are not so common as that." She lets her eyes rest upon Mi'ehna, examining her, staring as if looking directly at her soul. "One week. My father was wrong, Mi'ehna. In one week your body is going to give out."

Mi'ehna blinks. Opens her mouth, but closes it again.

"I meant to tell you tomorrow..." Skye says quietly. "I didn't want you to worry about it today." He kisses her cheek. "You can help her?" he asks of Dun.

The woman gives a slow nod. "Yes. Father no doubt suggested transferring her soul into a new body, but... I think I may have a better way." From the left inner pocket of her coat Dun produces what looks like an egg, colored with vivid, glowing stranges of many colors. "She is not used to the nuances of spiritual transfer. Putting her in a blank homonculus... it would be days, weeks even, before she could even lift a hand. She would be awkward evermore, as her mind and body would never quite synch. This, however, is something else."

Quava takes Etinifni's hand and steps forward, in awe. "A Quelven Ova," she whispers, "I have never seen one before. That..."

"... is the vessel of the Divine, yes." Dun smiles at Quava, who still just stares. "It is the device from which gods are born."

"I don't understand..." Skye says. He's sure he'd seen something like it in one of Darien's books in the library, but he didn't have much time to read the books that Darien collected.

"I didn't know gods came from eggs," `Tif observes. "I thought that was chikens."

Dun smiles at the genie as well. "Those, too," she laughs. "A divine essence is placed into this. What you call a soul is really the essence of divinity, Skye... in a human container, it cannot express its true power. In this..." Dun shakes her head. "You will have to raise her from a baby. However, in a month's time she will grow and develop into an adult form, an immortal form. She will be a goddess, Skye. Divine, like me."

Mi'ehna is absolutely dumbstruck. It does seem odd that Dun is so casually discussing this right in front of her, but... if she's anything like her father, decorum isn't a strong suit.

Skye stares at the thing in Dun's hand, at Dun, and finally at his wife.
"Mi... what do you want?" Please let her help you...

"My other secret is out, I see," Mi'ehna sighs, looking at the concerned faces around her. "I am sorry, Skye. I knew I... did not have much time left. I knew as soon as I left Dothaven that..."

Dun holds up the egg. "My father sent you a potion, Trigon. Get it."

His eyes harden a bit at the name, but he doesn't move. "You'll have to come up to our room. I don't want my family to be unsettled by this." He glances breifly at the Beaux siblings, Darien and Augi, Angelica Ruben, and Vern.

"Fine, then. Bring her, and I will meet you there." Dun's black eyes flash a sharp cobalt for an instant before she simply vanishes, a true teleportation spell.

"She is a saint," Quava quietly says, "but she has inherited some of her father's characteristics. Mi'ehna, this could be the best thing that has ever happened to you, at least where your health is concerned."

Drianis nods in perfect agreement. "Go, daughter. She can help you."

Mi looks up to Skye, and slowly nods. "For our future, then," she whispers. "Take me to the attic room, Skye."

He nods, taking her hand. "Arrange for the Beaux siblings and Angelica Ruben, `Tif. They'll be leaving soon." And he leads Mi'ehna back to their room, trying to figure out exactly how he feels about this Dun.

---

Skye returns sometime later, his child-wife in his arms.

The Beaux siblings have left, and so has Angelica Ruben. A glorious sunset is begining to touch the water and the white sands of the beach, and `Tif is starting to clear away the decorations.

Quava is waiting for him, sitting next to Drianis who is wringing his big hands nervously. She empathizes with him deeply... to lose his daughter again, just like that, on her wedding day, no less...

The revenant rises at the sight of them, and rushes over. "Skye, is... that baby...?"

"...Is Mi'ehna," Skye says. He tilts his head to one side. "Hey, does this make me a pedophile?" He looks down at the baby in his arms. "She's adorable, isn't she?"

"Ugh," Quava shakes her head. "That is disgusting, Skye. And yes, she is certainly that."

Drianis comes next, but he doesn't say a word. Only turns, and walks back into the house to find something to eat, and put this awful mess behind him.

Skye stares after him, wondering what's bothering him.

"I'm going to need some clothes for her, `Tif, and a little bed for her to sleep in beside mine."

The genie nods and runs off to prepare things.

Skye sits at the edge of the water as the sun sets and begins to retell their love story to Mi'ehna until she falls asleep and he carries her back inside.