[Jill enters wearing a mermaid gown and a blue floral veil. Neither are in typical Valisthean style, but she wears both with the giddy pride of self-discovery, scaffolded by a love so bright that she glows all the more under the moonlight and the flickering flames. In lieu of a bouquet, she holds a sprig of erica flowers, and there's a snowflake brooch beneath her veil, over her heart.
When Clive freezes, the fire in her heart swells. It's been too long since she's seen him dressed in such finery, and he wears it so well that she makes no secret of how she takes it all in, equal parts fond and grateful for how he can simply be standing before her and still cause her heart to skip beats. Her smile blooms when next their eyes meet, and it grows broader still with his kiss to her fingers. She squeezes his hand, keeping hold until she can't any longer, then taking the smallest step back as she bows her head in turn. "Ready," the gesture says in one language; "I love you," in another.
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When Clive freezes, the fire in her heart swells. It's been too long since she's seen him dressed in such finery, and he wears it so well that she makes no secret of how she takes it all in, equal parts fond and grateful for how he can simply be standing before her and still cause her heart to skip beats. Her smile blooms when next their eyes meet, and it grows broader still with his kiss to her fingers. She squeezes his hand, keeping hold until she can't any longer, then taking the smallest step back as she bows her head in turn. "Ready," the gesture says in one language; "I love you," in another.
The music stops, and the ceremony begins.]