The programs had been made to match the invitations.

Included were: The names of the bridal party, The names of the musicians and singers. Titles of the songs being played.

The translations for the Irish used during the ceremony:

Ring Blessing:

"T" na f"inn" a mharc"il m' mar shiombail de a gcuid gr" do gach eile. Iad si'd a chaitheamh orthu m' ag beannaigh le saol fada, sonas, agus gr"."

"The rings I mark as a symbol of their love for each other. Those who wear I bless them with long life, happiness, and love."

Closing Blessing: "Go raibh Dia dul in "ineacht leat agus t' beannaigh. Is f"idir leat a fheice"il do leana"'s p"ist". Go raibh t' daibhir i m' "idh agus saibhir i mbeannachta". Bealtaine T" a fhios raibh ach "thas agat "n l" seo amach."

"May God accompany you and bless you. May you see your children's children. May you be poor in misfortune and rich in blessings. May you know nothing but happiness from this day forward."

"Bealtaine "thas agus s"och"in nacht t' araon, latch s'samh do doras, agus sonas a bheith in "ineacht leat anois. Agus Dia duit evermore. Maire t' do shaol le muin"n, agus gean ar feadh an tsaoil a choth". Bealtaine do bhriongl"id a thagann f?or ar feadh an tsaoil ar do shon, bogadh riamh treo sin."

"May joy and peace surround you both, contentment latch your door, and happiness be with you now. And God bless you evermore. May you live your life with trust, and lifelong affection sustain. May your dream come true of a lifetime for you, move ever that direction."

((Please note that neither I nor Elaine's player, who prepared the blessing, are native Irish speakers. Anyone that has a working knowledge of the Irish language is welcome to PM me with a better translation. ))

Marissa felt a little ridiculous in the dress that had been picked out for her. She'd needed help getting into the dress, and now that it was on, she felt a bit silly, but her mother and sisters had assured her she looked lovely and that the gown complemented her in every way. It was lovely, to be sure, but far more elaborate than anything she'd normally choose for herself.

One of her selves was reminded of a formal gathering in another time and place, where a handsome young man had attempted to kiss her, and she had fled in terror. She was confident that wouldn't happen today. She'd make sure of it.

The gown itself was lovely, made of cream-colored velvet with black lace trim and beaded fringe. A pendant hung from her neck depicting a white unicorn against a full moon - the symbol of purity and a familiar emblem associated with her adoptive mother's house. Though she was not wearing purple as were those in the wedding party, a trio of lilac roses, which distinguished her as belonging to the bride's family, held her long chestnut hair back from her face on one side.

She made her way quietly toward the gathering and found a seat unobtrusively among the bride's family, a slightly shy smile offered to those already there. She folded her hands in her lap demurely and waited for the ceremony to begin, both excited for her sister and a little nervous of the crowd.

Though she was unacquainted with any but those who were family, she recognized a few familiar faces. Despite her nervousness, she was overjoyed for her sister and hoped Rhiannon would find lifelong happiness with her chosen mate.

The scarred Watchwoman gracefully alighted from the carriage that fetched her to the wedding site. Measured strides were matched to allow the periwinkle blue silk of her long gown to flow like water about her while she strode to the seating area. Raven haired head, long tresses held back on the sides with periwinkle blossoms, dipped in turn to those whom she recognized in the crowd. A chair was gracefully claimed on the bride's side, and white lace gloved hands rested in her lap, along with the program.

Rachael remembered, with a brief wistful expression on her scarred features, the presence of the soon to be joined in matrimony couple at her own wedding over a year ago. A silent prayer was made that Rhiannon and Eregor would be together and contently happy for all of their days.

Their carriage came to a stop as the door opened, allowing Brian to take his exit. Turning, as he stepped to the ground, a hand was offered towards the door with a warm smile to those inside.

"I look silly! We both do, Daddy!"

"Speak for yourself, Chowder-head."

"Didja hear what Leyah called me, Daddy?"

Brian shook his head softly, "I heard her Thressa, and Leyah please don't call your sister a—-"

The sound of a throat clearing with authority from within the carriage stopped the exchange between father and daughters dead in its tracks, as Brian chuckled softly.

"That's our signal girls....Mother has spoken, and you know what that means."

"Best behavior ever," said the duo in unison.

"That's about the gist of it, so let's get you all out here and find our places."

First came Aleyah, and then Nathressa. Each of the twins fiddling with the waist brooch of their elegant short chiffon dresses, as they awaited their mother who soon followed.

Taking Jenai's hand, Brian led her down the steps of the carriage offering a soft kiss to said hand, as Jenai settled on the ground with her family. A loving smile returned, as her hand was released.

Lilac eyes settled upon the twins, as Jenai gave them a quick once over. In reaction the girls quickly righted themselves, standing as ladies indeed with their hands clasped before themselves, and such a smile that each of them had for their mother and father.

A hand lifted as Brian the breast of his jacket a bit, feeling a bit out of sorts without a side arm of any kind. He knew there was no need for one at all on this most incredible of days and welcomed that fact deeply down inside as his eyes landed upon his wife, which cause a breath or two to be stolen.

Normally it didn't take much for that to happen when it came to Brian, but seeing Jenai as she was seemed to make it a rather constant affair.

Tresses of flame settled along her tanned shoulders, the full length silken jeweled evening dress of lavender with matching heels, and a lovely brooch nestled within their hair of hers.

Indeed Jenai was the centerpiece of the Ravenlock family this evening.

Her lilacs met his blue, "See something you like, Mister Ravenlock?"

"Always, m'heart. But I dare say this isn't the time to expand on that, because if I do we may not get seats and will miss out on the ceremony, and that simply will not do."

"Then you owe me time to expand on that," said Jenai as she slid her arm through Brian's.

"Always," answered Brian as the family headed towards the rose covered archway.

"This is amazing," said Brian as the family entered the garden. The twins 'ooohing and aahing' as their eyes wandered the expanse of the area with such a wonder. "It sure is baby, it's so comforting so—- out of a book. It's something so special. Perfect for the bride and groom," replied Jenai.

Polite nods were offered to the other guests, as the Ravenlock family took their seats.

Psly chuckled as he stepped down to the ground from the elevated carriage level. "We're not gonna be late, love. You can stop apologizing." He turned to face the open portal once more, extending a hand to connect with the smaller counterpart coming into view. The man was slicked and shiny, decked from head to toe in formal kilted panoply. The dark sporran rested on blackwatch tartan, its precious contents within hoarded by an embroidered silvered dragon.

"I'm sorry," his redheaded companion murmured with a sheepish grin and pink tinge of cheeks as she came into view, claiming the offered hand with her own to use in aid to disembark from the provided transport. "My hair sucks." He sighed softly as he drew her forward and more into sight. No doubt he'd heard some variation of his wife's complaint a few dozen times for the length of the ride's duration.

The offensive element of her attire was elegantly contained, silver- and red- strands mingled in a sleek chignon at the nape of her neck and dotted by tiny diamond dragons. Her forest green gown was composed of taffeta, strapless and curving around her body like a second skin until it flared at knee-height, blossoming out as an upside-down flower kissing her feet. A simple blackwatch sash covered the right shoulder, crossing her body and clasped at her left hip in claws of a dragon sister to her husband's sporran-guardian.

"Your hair's fine," he murmured patiently, his other hand reaching out toward her waist to ease her down the carriage steps while in high silver heels. "But if you don't stop talking, we will be late." His words took on a teasingly chiding tone and sent Jaycy's eyes rolling. "Sorry," she repeated ....but with much less contrition.

He chuckled, pulling the short woman in for a kiss before withdrawing enough to lead her, hand on waist, toward the ceremony space. "It's lovely,?" she breathed as they passed the rose-covered archway, green-gold eyes alit with pleasure at the lilac and lavender ribbons amongst the flowers and baby's breath. He squeezed her side in agreement, sneaking a glance down before murring his agreement. They paused just within the area briefly, nodding polite hellos toward the other invited guests. "They did well," he finally verbalized. "Shall we find a seat?"

"Mmm, please." She shifted an inch closer, nestling more into his side and hold almost as if shy around those gathered already. He took to forward movement once more, the redhead close at his left, and they descended on seats nearer the rear of the ceremony space. "Is this alright?" he queried, nodding at her smiling agreement. They settled quietly and continued to peer around, knowing the ceremony would soon commence.

Aja smiled watching the ArchMage arrive at the wedding site. She took a moment to view his dashing outfit, then looked down to her own. The blue dress was a product of yet another one of Sivanna's shopping sprees. Along with the heels to match, the jewels however, were Aja's, things she had collected over the years, but rarely had occasion to wear them. She found moments to pull them from the safe, at times of occasion, like a charity event or in this case a wedding.

Not attending Rhi's wedding would be something akin to not attending one of her own kids' weddings. She had watched Rhi grow up, that's how long Aja had been blessed to know this family. Even when she teased Colleen that she needed a scorecard to keep track of them all, she knew although they might not be blood, she could always count on them like her own family.

She looked back to see where Padriq had gotten off to already, then went to find their seats.

Padriq was trying to be on his best behavior of course. He had arrived with Aja, dressed in his best, all be it something pirates don't generally wear. After a bit of ogling Aja in her blue dress and smiling to himself over just how lucky he was, he meandered about to see what kind of help he could give in preparation for the wedding.

As Aja went off to see Rhi and give them their love he had found the kiddos. So, while the adults were busy with last minute fussing he was playing. As Aja found him, she'd see that he was busy beneath a pile of boys all yelling "Arrrghhh!!" and billowing for his surrender. Honestly, he was going to ruin his nice black suit, white shirt, and blue tie at this rate, but he didn't seem to mind. He always enjoyed playing with children and being very much a distraction when parents needed it.

Soon, the carriage that Rena arrived in pulled up to the site. Rena stepped out and looked around, smiling at what was in front of her. A nod was given to the attendant who gave her a program. The blue dress she wore was one she had refitted and was trimmed in silver, with matching silver shoes and purse. The wrap was draped over her arm as it was warm enough now to not need it. Her hair was pulled back from her face, held in place with a silver clasp. A toss-up of where to sit was eventually settled as she took a set near the aisle, since she was friends to both bride and groom. Once seated, she opened the program and smiled again.

"Will you quit fussing over your tie, honestly Love, you look fine." Sarah watched as Krusol tugged his emerald tie left and right before smoothing it upon his chest. He was matching her of course, only because Sarah had picked what they would wear. The Knight had been quite busy with assisting Thamasa through a rough time.

Whiskers wiggled on his face when he smiled and his hand reached out to smooth over the bump on Sarah's belly, "Still haven't figured out what we are going to call him?" He looked around and lowered his hand as the carriage Sarah requested came to a stop.

Sarah simply smiled and shook her head, a small sigh leaving her as she pat her belly, "The name still evades me Lion."

Watching Krusol slip from the carriage, she moved after him, surprised to see steps set for her and a footman to help guide her down them. However, it was Krusol who took the lead in assisting her out of the carriage, she still smiled and thanked the footman for his aid.

Glancing around, Sarah marveled at the beautiful setting before leaning into her husband's arm and whispering, "Got the tissue, because I'm going to be a blubbering mess during the whole thing." All the while she was pointing to two seats on the groom's side where the couple could sit and watch the wedding.

Krusol patted his suit down before producing a simple white handkerchief, "Blubber away, Dove." With that the couple sat down while Krusol suggested, "What about Ryan?" allowing the couple to ponder boy names as they waited for the wedding to begin.

Isuelt DeRomiano had mercifully retired her black leathers for the occasion; and as she arrived by carriage (so generously offered by the Bride), she stepped onto the gently sloping flagstone which led the celebrants to the site of the ceremony. Her long legs were half-caged in heeled sandals, which made the flash of an appearance just before the navy blue silk of her gown slithered down her knees and shins toward the ground. With a nod to the driver she started toward where the others were gathered. A soft breeze, scented with honeysuckle and freesia, played at the few loose tendrils of deep ebon hair which brushed her back. The Scathachian was not only cleaned, but coiffed. Rhiannon and Eregor's wedding was not something to take lightly; as she respected both the Bride and Groom deeply. A soft smile rested comfortably upon her lips as she winked to a few of those whose eye she had caught. A joyous day, indeed, and a brilliantly weathered one. The warrior cut a nearly unfamiliar figure: one of grace and femininity. Her tall form quietly sat down among the other guests, her chocolate-hued eyes looking about in happy anticipation. With a soft sigh, she nodded her head to herself, silently content by the gathered citizens in their show of love and well-wishes for the couple. Today would be a good day.

The last of the carriages bringing guests arrived. Once the Harkers were seated, a small group came through the archway. To those that could see or sense such things, powerful auras surrounded them. While most took seats in the rear of the garden, two broad shouldered men and a lovely white haired young woman moved to the second row on the bride's side of the aisle. The man with Siofra Kelley on his arm took the seat next to Mrs. Harker that was not already occupied by her husband, Dennis. Quiet words of welcome were offered.

The elder curled his hand around Rhiannon's and spoke quietly in what could have been identified as Greek. Further words were exchanged as the man looked over face after face. He brushed a kiss to her cheek then turned his head to await the arrival of the bride and those that accompanied her.

The second man smelled of fresh ocean breezes. His eyes were the color of the sea. Anticipating the seating arrangement in the first row, he awaited not the only bride's arrival, but that of her mother as well. The only person he greeted was Ariana, who was sitting next to him.

Ariana pressed a kiss to the ocean man's cheek. "It's good seeing you again," she murmured with a grin.

A small collection of musicians played softly and unobtrusively behind where Elaine and Eregor waited, providing ambiance as the guests gathered. Doran stood by them, flute in hand and half-listening, and smiled as a tide of good feelings washed over him. It was often a cliche to say that love was in the air, but on this day the young lad knew it was truth.

Spying Colleen and Darien coming down the aisle, he took up his position and waited, signaling the musicians to be ready. Once the couple had taken their seats, he glanced over at Elaine and, upon seeing her slight nod, raised his flute to his lips, and began to play, signalling for the procession to begin. He closed his eyes and felt the depth of emotion all around, letting it fill the music that flowed through the garden.

Even as the twins handed off the rings, Azure started forward down the aisle. She looked awestruck by the finery and decorations on both sides, but kept her step while scattering rose petals along the way. A smile spread across her face as she spied her Uncle Gory waiting patiently for his bride, and he winked back at her, prompting a giggle.

Once at the front, the girl spread petals to both sides and then made her way over to join her mother and sister in the front seats on the groom's side. She waggled her fingers at Doran as he played.

The blacksmith was unused to wearing a suit, though at least the tailors had managed to fit it to his rather broad shoulders. "I must look ridiculous," he said to Katt as they waited for their turn to stride down the aisle. The two had just met the previous evening at the rehearsal dinner, but he liked the young woman. Maybe it was the fact that, despite being lovely enough to rival his ex-wife, she was decidedly unconcerned with such things, a refreshing attitude.

She had been focusing her mind elsewhere so she didn't seem as nervous as she felt. Thumbs idly toyed with the ribbon that wrapped the bouquet she was holding between her hands and ceased only when she had been spoken to. Sharp greens shifted barely towards the man towering at her shoulder, a rather unlady like snort given, "You look great. If anyone looks ridiculous it is me. I should of done my hair different or something." Watching the pair before them start off she released the bouquet with one hand hand and reached over to tap her fingertips against the blacksmith's elbow. It was a nervous tap but they might as well assume position. "If I trip don't laugh."

"I wouldn't dream of it." He glanced down towards her shoes, then back at her with a gentle smile. "I know what it's like to unsteady on one's feet." Seeing that the two girls had just about reached the front row, he took a quick breath. "Time to go."

Nicole had been directing traffic for the processional. The last few days had been a litany of That goes there, and This goes here. Somehow, only small things had needed correcting. She was counting her blessings for small favors as she watched Janie and Jacen moving down the aisle. The bulk of her duties to the bride were completed with a last minute hair adjustment before Rhi was helped into a carriage to ride to the arboretum with Tass. One more step to finish the proprieties, she needed to walk down that aisle, hold her kid sister's bouquet, and stand in witness to a milestone.

"Ready?" Ebon turned from watching the procession ahead of them and smiled at her. "I know they are, or at least I hope they are....although Eregor did mention something about taking a two-week vacation before lunch yesterday. How's Rhi?"

Nicole chuckled softly. "Right now, I think she's fine. However, a couple of days ago, she was threatening to run off to Disney Planet with Eregor." She flashed a grin at Ebon. "So that tells me that it wasn't marrying him she was unsure of, just the big fussy wedding with trimmings."

"Hah! I think that would've sparked a riot or, at the very least, a scathing article from our much-beloved Mr. Franco." He chuckled a moment, then sighed. "I know Eregor has no doubts either. I've known him for many years, he's my brother in all but blood, and of this I am certain: he loves your sister with his whole heart." There was a moment's pause. "Both hearts, in fact."

"I have no doubt about their feelings for each other." Nicole's expression became thoughtful. "I think some people might be forgetting that is about Rhi and Eregor ....and what they want." She smiled as she watched those inside getting settled. "Their wedding party is filled with kids." She laughed brightly. "Their nieces, their nephews ....Somehow, I think having them here along with rest of us," she coughed, "crazy people, is exactly what they really want. No matter where they did this." Nicole lifted her green eyes skyward as if offering a silent prayer. "This is what love is about, we're surrounded by it. This is what family is, blood or chosen." Nicole reached to take Ebon's arm. "Now, let's just hope Janie and Jacen didn't leave a banana peel or something on path." She winked at him.

"True words, Nicole." Glancing behind to see the bridal carriage approaching, Ebon turned to Nicole and winked back. "Let's do this."

"No time like the present!" She adjusted the train of her deep purple satin gown and started to make that trek down the aisle with Ebon.

Elaine Aqua gulped a breath before she headed to the altar. Her steps were slowly dignified and lacked her usual graceless amble, partly due to the pale lilac silk and lace gown that she wore and partly to the important responsibility that she felt in leading the ceremony. Her hands wanted to fiddle with the pale violet rose circlet that topped her loose long reddish brown hair, but she kept them firmly at her sides

She turned to those who were gathered and stood straight and proud.

"We are gathered here today to witness the joining of Rhiannon Brock and Eregor in the bonds of matrimony. This decision is a serious one, and not to be entered into lightly or with any reservations."

She looked between her cousin and her cousin's guy before she spoke again. "If either of you have any reservations about entering into this bond, speak them now, or forever hold your peace."

Rhiannon handed off her teardrop bouquet of ivory and lilac roses to her sister, Nicole. She had no reservations, therefore, remained silent.

The wry grin spoke for Eregor despite his silence. He had no misgivings about this.

Once they made their answers, she turned to the crowd. "If there is anyone among you who has reason to forbid this bond between Rhiannon and Eregor, speak them now or forever hold your peace."

"And if'fn anyone does speak up, I'll whomp them good," she stage whispered.

Colleen's pointed ears twitched as she heard Elaine's remark. A murmur was given to Ariana, who was seated in the second row behind her. "Lainey's taken charge already." She gave the young redhead a bright grin and a thumbs up. "She'll be just fine."

"That she will, old friend," Ariana murmured to Colleen. "She's doing us right proud."

Elaine solemnly nodded to Colleen. Her usual grin was reflected in the brief spark of mischief in her hazel eyes. "Who gives this woman to be married to this man?"

He eyed Elaine a moment, then looked to Colleen, and there came a crooked grin.

"I'm not so sure about the giving part. But as far as loaning her out, I guess her mother and I do. We can have a talk about the giving later."

Rhi stifled a giggle and murmured, "I think you're supposed to join my hand with Eregor's, Papa." Before that could happen, Rhiannon gave her father a tender kiss. It spoke volumes of thanks and love for all the love, lessons, and caring he'd given through her lifetime.

There was a heavy sigh as she set that kiss to him, and he gave her a wink. "Oh...if you insist. I already know Collie is going to box me upside the head if I draw this out much longer." Then he moved to to set Eregor's hand in hers.

As Rhi's hand was joined with his own, Eregor looked into her eyes and smiled, then his gaze flicked to Tass and he spoke softly, just loud enough for the three of them to hear. "Thank you." A flood of emotion filled those two words: gratitude and respect for Tass, and love for Rhi all wrapped together in an unspoken promise that he would do right by her.

Darien and Colleen shifted over one seat to leave the first row aisle seat open for Tass when he was ready. He finally stepped back, and moved to take that open seat and found Collie's other hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

Catie Harker was sitting in the second row. She had climbed out of her chair and went to peek around Tass's shoulder, and whispered, "It's ok, Grandpa, you still got me 'n' Maggie to keep up with!"

He turned his head and couldn't help but laugh hearing her....be damned the sanctity of the occasion. "That I do, child....though perhaps it is you two who need to keep up with me."

All young Miss Harker could find to say to that was, "Huh."

"If Rhiannon and Eregor have any vows that they wish to speak to each other, they may do so now."

Rhiannon took a deep breath and lifted her eyes from their joined hands to Eregor's handsome face. "You were my friend before you became my love. You have lent me your strength and courage at times when I thought my own had failed. I promise to love you, respect you, and treasure each moment of the life that we are about to begin together will allow us to have. You give me hope for what will be and fulfill dreams that I never thought could be. When I think of what may be, your face is always there. I give you my heart, my soul, and the promise of a shared forever."

Once Rhi had finished, Eregor looked at their hands and breathed once, then again, before meeting her gaze and smiling. "You have become my soul, and I shall ever strive to be worthy of the grace that you bring into my life. I swear that I will never abandon you or give you any cause for doubt, and I will ever hold you ever in my heart, with a love born of friendship, respect, and hope for the best of futures together. This I pledge with all that I am, and all that I will be, forevermore."

"May I have the rings, please?" She held out her palm for the rings.

Rhiannon untied the ribbon that held the ring she'd chosen for Eregor and set it in Elaine's hand. Eregor did likewise with the other ring.

Once she received them, her hand closed over the rings. Her hand briefly glowed a pale violet. "T" na f"inn" a mharc"il m' mar shiombail de a gcuid gr" do gach eile. Iad si'd a chaitheamh orthu m' ag beannaigh le saol fada, sonas, agus gr"."

"Rhiannon, take the ring that you have chosen for Eregor, and repeat after me." She held out her palm to allow her cousin to take that ring easily.

"I take you my heart at the rising of the moon and the setting of the stars. To love and to honor through all that may come. Through all our lives together in all our lives, may we be reborn that we may meet and know and love again, and remember."

Rhiannon basked in the glow of the emotions that surrounded them. It was one of those days when being empathic was a blessing and gift. Rhiannon had chosen a yellow gold infinity band for Eregor. She held it before her thumb and index finger. "I take you, my heart, at the rising of the moon and the setting of the stars. To love and to honor through all that may come." She slid the ring just past the first knuckle of his left ring finger. "Through all our lives together in all our lives, may we be reborn that we may meet and know and love again, and remember." A gentle push sent the ring over his second knuckle.

Elaine nodded and turned to Eregor. "Eregor, take the ring that you have chosen for Rhiannon, and repeat after me." She held out her palm to allow him to take that ring easily.

"I take you my heart at the rising of the moon and the setting of the stars. To love and to honor through all that may come. Through all our lives together in all our lives, may we be reborn that we may meet and know and love again, and remember."

Lifting the ring from Elaine's palm, he held it up and let it catch the sunlight, shining golden with a delicate Celtic knot pattern all around and diamonds along the top to sparkle. "I take you my heart at the rising of the moon and the setting of the stars. To love and to honor through all that may come." Holding his bride's left hand in his, he held it up and slid the band onto the ring finger, sliding it up until it met the engagement ring already there, where it fit perfectly. "Through all our lives together in all our lives, may we be reborn that we may meet and know and love again, and remember."

Elaine took a deep breath, and recited a blessing in one of her family's native tongues, "Go raibh Dia dul in "ineacht leat agus t' beannaigh. Is f"idir leat a fheice"il do leana"'s p"ist". Go raibh t' daibhir i m' "idh agus saibhir i mbeannachta". Bealtaine T" a fhios raibh ach "thas agat "n l" seo amach."

She looked to Colleen, drawing strength from her to continue on, "Bealtaine "thas agus s"och"in nacht t' araon, latch s'samh do doras, agus sonas a bheith in "ineacht leat anois. Agus Dia duit evermore. Maire t' do shaol le muin"n, agus gean ar feadh an tsaoil a choth". Bealtaine do bhriongl"id a thagann f"or ar feadh an tsaoil ar do shon, bogadh riamh treo sin."

((Author's note: Translations are posted here.))

No sooner had the words been spoken than a small voice from the gathered witnesses called out at the top of her lungs. "Smooch 'er good, Rerrygort!"

And so he did.

"Oh, dear lord ..." Piper went almost crimson at this declaration from her daughter, laughing as she put her hands together to applaud the coming together of the bride and groom.

Lyneth grinned down at her - she was standing on her seat, one arm wrapped around Des' neck, bouncing on her toes with excitement. It had been hard work keeping her quiet during the ceremony, but apparently now the gloves really were off. Allowed full voice, the tiny girl waved at her friend from her prominent position. "'Ullo, Maggie!"

Hearing her name, Maggie looked around and waved excitedly to her friend, Lyneth. "Hiya, Lynnie!! You gonna have pizza and come swimmin' with us?"

"Yes!" Lynnie answered without thinking, but quickly turned her eyes to Piper and Des hopefully. "Can I?"

Piper's eyes rolled in soft amusement, but she wasn't going to say no. It was a rare day when she ever said no to someone else wanting to take her daughter's adorable, but exhausting enthusiasm off her hands for an hour or so. "So long as you promise to behave yourself, yes."

Beaming, Lyneth waved at Maggie again. "I'm comin'! An' I don't got a swimmy cozzie, but no one's gonna lookit me nekkies!"

"Aw, heck, Lynnie we can find somethin' for you to swim in! Aunt Nicole's gonna take us. Mama and Da want some smooching time!" Maggie laughed loudly and Catie giggled.

"Maggie!" the elder Rhiannon gently chided her daughter.

Maggie just point as if to say See!

Des rolled his eyes at Lyneth's outburst, though he was chuckling in amusement. It was hard to get angry with Lyneth, even when she knew she was misbehaving, and he had a bad habit of indulging her. "Hush, you," he warned with another tweak of her nose. "Or no ice cream later," he threatened without malice as he drew her into his lap so she wouldn't draw too much attention away from the newly-wedded couple.

Behind the exuberance of Lyneth and her respective adults, Liv was giggling into Johnny's arm as she clapped, celebrating the union as loudly as she could with just her hands. "Aren't you glad we didn't have someone like that little one at our wedding?" she grinned, watching as Lyneth was manhandled down onto her seat once again.

Johnny was unable to suppress his laughter at Lyneth's outburst, even as he echoed Liv's applause. "Maybe we'll have a little girl like her someday," he whispered back with a soft smile. Now that they were married, there was nothing Johnny and Liv wanted more than a family, but for now they would have to be satisfied with a niece and two nephews. And who knew" Maybe Rhiannon and 'Rerrygort' would give them another baby to fawn over sometime in the near future.

Romance, summer sun, and an enthusiastic gathering of friends and family ....it was enough to bring a smile to anyone's face. Liv leaned close to kiss her own husband with fond affection, wishing Rhiannon and Eregor all the happiness in her own heart for all the long years of their lives to come.