For once there was no scowl on the courier's face. He stood, grinning proudly as Cordelia floated down the aisle between friends and family and holding his torch without fidgeting. His sisters had helped tailor his father's suit down to his size for the occasion; tunic and trews of midnight blue trimmed in silver and a reindeer hide cloak thrown over one shoulder and clasped with a heavy silver pin in the shape of a sailing ship.
Boreal sat beside him on her best behavior, a crown of paper flowers adorning her horns for the occasion and her scales polished until they gleamed in the torchlight and reflected it back in subtle prisms across the snow. She had brought her own fire, and wisps of smoke trailed from her nostrils in excitement as she watched the happy couple with bright, merry eyes.
Boreal sat beside him on her best behavior, a crown of paper flowers adorning her horns for the occasion and her scales polished until they gleamed in the torchlight and reflected it back in subtle prisms across the snow. She had brought her own fire, and wisps of smoke trailed from her nostrils in excitement as she watched the happy couple with bright, merry eyes.
