A reason for merriment, a chance to celebrate happiness and honor friends, an excuse for joy and laughter, a binding of two lives that already wound around each other in a braid of love and loyalty. The wedding of Ronin and Remi was all these things and more, and Jigano had no intention of missing it - or to show up in a shabby disguise, apart from friends and family. No, the bard had taken the time and work to scrub the dyes from skin and hair so that he practically glowed. He wore clothes made for him by @Melinoe, tailored to fit him snugly and show off the increased breadth of his shoulders and narrow waist. The cut was elegantly simple, the long, short-sleeved, fitted dark blue overtunic with its high neck that plunged in the front was embroidered delicately in silver at neck and hems while the undertunic was pale blue and made of a soft, silky fabric gathered at the wrists. Close-fitting black leather breeches and boots completed the ensemble. His white hair had been brushed to a shine and Rory had been the one to braid it up and adorn it as he pleased. It only made sense, since it was the leatherworker's arm that Jigano arrived on, and he was thoroughly content to reflect his lover's light: the pale winter moon to Rory's summer sunshine.
Isuma perched on his shoulder or Rory's depending on where she thought she could get a better view from at any given moment, her feathers and fur back to their own natural beauty, pale as snow and starlight except the brilliant blues of her primary feathers and the markings on her owlish face. She wore a harness of white leather and silver, on which shone bright stones from the Whispershore, and she was inordinately pleased with her own adornments, eager to show them off to her fellow companions.
When a momentary break in the gathering well-wishers appeared, Jigano took the chance to drift over to Ronin and Remi , offering a wide smile and a firm handshake to them both before giving the alchemist in particular a wink.
"I promised Remi a wedding gift," he teased, "and I hope it doesn't disappoint!" He turned to Aoife, sweeping her a courtly bow, and when he rose something glittered and spun in his hand. "A rose for the princess," he declared, holding it out to her - or whichever of her parents would accept it in her stead. No magic but sleight of hand had made it appear, though it hadn't been easy to sneak into the forge and hammer thin the sheets of metal he used to shape the paper-thick vanes of the pinwheel, or to soften the edges so they couldn't cut. Gold and silver and copper it spun and sparkled in the cool Leafchange evening breeze, catching lantern light on the quartz and mica dust he had brushed over each vane before sealing it against weather and tarnish to lock the glitter in place. It wouldn't last forever, but it would last the child a good long time, he hoped. Long enough for her to outgrow the toy, at least!
And it would give her a shiny 'flower' to coo and wave about during the wedding, to hopefully keep her happy and fairly quiet while the two eager fathers went about their vows.
Isuma perched on his shoulder or Rory's depending on where she thought she could get a better view from at any given moment, her feathers and fur back to their own natural beauty, pale as snow and starlight except the brilliant blues of her primary feathers and the markings on her owlish face. She wore a harness of white leather and silver, on which shone bright stones from the Whispershore, and she was inordinately pleased with her own adornments, eager to show them off to her fellow companions.
When a momentary break in the gathering well-wishers appeared, Jigano took the chance to drift over to Ronin and Remi , offering a wide smile and a firm handshake to them both before giving the alchemist in particular a wink.
"I promised Remi a wedding gift," he teased, "and I hope it doesn't disappoint!" He turned to Aoife, sweeping her a courtly bow, and when he rose something glittered and spun in his hand. "A rose for the princess," he declared, holding it out to her - or whichever of her parents would accept it in her stead. No magic but sleight of hand had made it appear, though it hadn't been easy to sneak into the forge and hammer thin the sheets of metal he used to shape the paper-thick vanes of the pinwheel, or to soften the edges so they couldn't cut. Gold and silver and copper it spun and sparkled in the cool Leafchange evening breeze, catching lantern light on the quartz and mica dust he had brushed over each vane before sealing it against weather and tarnish to lock the glitter in place. It wouldn't last forever, but it would last the child a good long time, he hoped. Long enough for her to outgrow the toy, at least!
And it would give her a shiny 'flower' to coo and wave about during the wedding, to hopefully keep her happy and fairly quiet while the two eager fathers went about their vows.
