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Eyeris
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The groom was expected soon.
(They were expecting, Lord Hibuhcoos. Hih-buh-cooss.' That's what the parents had made out from the figure they spoke to between the crackling embers, the sorcerer had not given their name until the agreement was made.)
The guests might be found tittering and gossiping about the mysterious fiancé whom no one had met nor heard of before. Of course, the parents of the bride-to-be had assured everyone that this bachelor was quite wealthy and well connected, a fine and worthy match for their daughter! They might have even assured their daughter that he was handsome, in hopes that they were not lying. They had only seen the groom in the dead of night, or in a smokey mirror, or flickering flame. Surely a sorcerer would use magic to maintain a homely appearence.
The guests might also wonder, where was his company?! Surely the groom would want his own friends and family at his engagement party, yet, there was not yet a single in the home.
While they wondered and waited, the awaited groom was biding his time. He traveled in a carriage, an elegantly clean and understated design. The windows had a mesh over them, allowing the passengers to easily see outside while concealing themselves from onlookers. The carriage was pulled by twin horses, albino white with red eyes. They were huge and elegant with long untrimmed manes that they tossed back and forth like a whip.
Inside the groom scowled looking at the ring in their hand rather than the magnificent landscape they traveled through. They turned the ring over in their fingers, over and over and over again. There shinned a large clear crystal clutched by wrought black metal.
"It is not to late to change your mind." The groom was accompanied by one man and one woman. The foot-man and the hand-maiden. It was the foot-man who spoke.
"You are correct, it is never to late. But I do not want to change my mind."
The foot-man said no more on the matter, he peered out the window and watched the world pass by.
When they arrived and the horses settled. The foot-man stepped out first. Some might think he was the groom, for he was dressed as well as any noble. He was the tall and handsome, dressed elegantly in black with silver buttons and trim on his coat, white lace on his neck. He, however, stepped to the side and assisted a woman out of the carriage, the hand-maid. Small and lovely, she was dressed to match him, a black frock with a long wide skirt, silver buttons and lace. They were both pale and sallow faced, their expressions were bored and gloomy, their posture perfect, both wore fitted gloves.
They both stepped aside and awaited their master.
The groom emerged, wearing white and grey. He was shorter than the foot-man and taller than the hand-maid. Their face, oddly enough, was concealed by the high collared cloak they wore, which fell around their body like a bell-shape and a cowl that hung far over their brow and was almost a square-shape.
The fabric was fine, the stitch work superior, but the style was a bit odd for a noble, but perhaps not for a sorcerer... that was the other juicy rumor going round the party. That the groom was a sorcerer, versed in odd magic.
The three would stand and politely wait for a formal greeting and invitation into the home.
'Where I shall meet my future wife.'
(They were expecting, Lord Hibuhcoos. Hih-buh-cooss.' That's what the parents had made out from the figure they spoke to between the crackling embers, the sorcerer had not given their name until the agreement was made.)
The guests might be found tittering and gossiping about the mysterious fiancé whom no one had met nor heard of before. Of course, the parents of the bride-to-be had assured everyone that this bachelor was quite wealthy and well connected, a fine and worthy match for their daughter! They might have even assured their daughter that he was handsome, in hopes that they were not lying. They had only seen the groom in the dead of night, or in a smokey mirror, or flickering flame. Surely a sorcerer would use magic to maintain a homely appearence.
The guests might also wonder, where was his company?! Surely the groom would want his own friends and family at his engagement party, yet, there was not yet a single in the home.
While they wondered and waited, the awaited groom was biding his time. He traveled in a carriage, an elegantly clean and understated design. The windows had a mesh over them, allowing the passengers to easily see outside while concealing themselves from onlookers. The carriage was pulled by twin horses, albino white with red eyes. They were huge and elegant with long untrimmed manes that they tossed back and forth like a whip.
Inside the groom scowled looking at the ring in their hand rather than the magnificent landscape they traveled through. They turned the ring over in their fingers, over and over and over again. There shinned a large clear crystal clutched by wrought black metal.
"It is not to late to change your mind." The groom was accompanied by one man and one woman. The foot-man and the hand-maiden. It was the foot-man who spoke.
"You are correct, it is never to late. But I do not want to change my mind."
The foot-man said no more on the matter, he peered out the window and watched the world pass by.
When they arrived and the horses settled. The foot-man stepped out first. Some might think he was the groom, for he was dressed as well as any noble. He was the tall and handsome, dressed elegantly in black with silver buttons and trim on his coat, white lace on his neck. He, however, stepped to the side and assisted a woman out of the carriage, the hand-maid. Small and lovely, she was dressed to match him, a black frock with a long wide skirt, silver buttons and lace. They were both pale and sallow faced, their expressions were bored and gloomy, their posture perfect, both wore fitted gloves.
They both stepped aside and awaited their master.
The groom emerged, wearing white and grey. He was shorter than the foot-man and taller than the hand-maid. Their face, oddly enough, was concealed by the high collared cloak they wore, which fell around their body like a bell-shape and a cowl that hung far over their brow and was almost a square-shape.
The fabric was fine, the stitch work superior, but the style was a bit odd for a noble, but perhaps not for a sorcerer... that was the other juicy rumor going round the party. That the groom was a sorcerer, versed in odd magic.
The three would stand and politely wait for a formal greeting and invitation into the home.
'Where I shall meet my future wife.'
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