((OOC Note: this thread is for the ceremony only. The reception will take place as a live event on 10 September, 2011, at 9:00 p.m. Eastern. If your character received an invitation via the GrangerGuild Courier Service, please feel free to post his/her reactions to the ceremony in this thread. A separate thread for the reception that will include the menu, setting information, music, and the all-important outfits for the evening will be posted closer to the actual event. Thanks!))
It was a rare day when Maple Grove was thrown open to the public, and this was certainly one of the rarer days in the Granger calendar. Not only was the prodigal son of one of the major branches of the family getting married, but he had somehow managed to snag himself a member of the nobility. Between them, Humphrey Granger and Hannah Davidson - Lady Somerville, no less - had attempted to pull out all the stops to make this day one that would be remembered for years to come. Of course, the bride and groom were a little less thrilled about all the fuss, but ultimately they'd been overidden.
Guests were guided through the cultured and cultivated wilderness of the Maple Grove grounds by means of a gently meandering path marked out with rose petals of myriad colours. As they passed from the enclosing greenery into the open lawn set before the ruins of the first house built at Maple Grove, they would be greeted by one of several ushers to be guided to their seats beneath the open sky.
A canopy had been set up at the head of the aisle between those rows of seats, draped in royal purple and sunflower yellow, beneath which stood a pair of chairs and two kneelers that had been appropriated from Our Lady of Perpetual Misery only that morning. A little way to the left of the canopy, a small rostra strage had been set up, upon which a single violinist would perform solo for both advancements both up and down the aisle.
Even the weather was not going to be an issue. By some intricate piece of magical chicanery, an unseen, unfelt dome of sorts had been placed over the whole of Maple Grove for the duration. Even if the heavens opened, not a single drop of rain would fall on the wedding party.
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Piper had been almost forcibly removed from Ollie's loft the day before and installed into a suite of rooms in the big house at Maple Grove on the insistence of the Old Man himself. Not that she truly minded at this point - she was nervous as all hell, and it was shining forth like a beacon.
The suite had been thrown open at nine o'clock that morning for the bridesmaids, maid of honor, and her mother to camp out there with her if they wished, each with their own burden when it came to trying to keep the bride calm. Between the excited flutterings of the baby kicking in her womb, her mother's almost non-stop chatter, and her own very clear memories of what had happened the last time she had attempted to get married, Piper was just this side of being a complete and total wreck.
"What if he decides he doesn't want to go through with it?" she asked in turmoil. "I can't go through that again, not in front of both our families!"
It was a rare day when Maple Grove was thrown open to the public, and this was certainly one of the rarer days in the Granger calendar. Not only was the prodigal son of one of the major branches of the family getting married, but he had somehow managed to snag himself a member of the nobility. Between them, Humphrey Granger and Hannah Davidson - Lady Somerville, no less - had attempted to pull out all the stops to make this day one that would be remembered for years to come. Of course, the bride and groom were a little less thrilled about all the fuss, but ultimately they'd been overidden.
Guests were guided through the cultured and cultivated wilderness of the Maple Grove grounds by means of a gently meandering path marked out with rose petals of myriad colours. As they passed from the enclosing greenery into the open lawn set before the ruins of the first house built at Maple Grove, they would be greeted by one of several ushers to be guided to their seats beneath the open sky.
A canopy had been set up at the head of the aisle between those rows of seats, draped in royal purple and sunflower yellow, beneath which stood a pair of chairs and two kneelers that had been appropriated from Our Lady of Perpetual Misery only that morning. A little way to the left of the canopy, a small rostra strage had been set up, upon which a single violinist would perform solo for both advancements both up and down the aisle.
Even the weather was not going to be an issue. By some intricate piece of magical chicanery, an unseen, unfelt dome of sorts had been placed over the whole of Maple Grove for the duration. Even if the heavens opened, not a single drop of rain would fall on the wedding party.
*~*~* http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/33675878/id/0t-zebSo4BGXiMRpiR3Kjw/size/e.jpg *~*~*
Piper had been almost forcibly removed from Ollie's loft the day before and installed into a suite of rooms in the big house at Maple Grove on the insistence of the Old Man himself. Not that she truly minded at this point - she was nervous as all hell, and it was shining forth like a beacon.
The suite had been thrown open at nine o'clock that morning for the bridesmaids, maid of honor, and her mother to camp out there with her if they wished, each with their own burden when it came to trying to keep the bride calm. Between the excited flutterings of the baby kicking in her womb, her mother's almost non-stop chatter, and her own very clear memories of what had happened the last time she had attempted to get married, Piper was just this side of being a complete and total wreck.
"What if he decides he doesn't want to go through with it?" she asked in turmoil. "I can't go through that again, not in front of both our families!"