Faith, Hope and Love Abide
The Wedding of Harold & Scotty
March 9th, 2010
The Gathering of the Guests
The Chapel of Saint Brendan was lit well by natural light; it banded through the paned, clear windows, and through the skylights on the arched ceiling. It wasn't a large building, not by any stretch, but it was a beautiful one. Simple, and not particularly religious (despite being named for the patron saint of mariners), it was a more recent addition to the otherwise dilapidated dockside, built after the fires raged through during that whole zombie outbreak thing not quite three years ago.
It was a small building; it could only hold (and then likely crowded) about fifty people, but that was fine. Significantly less would be here for this simple ceremony. It was a small building and a small group, intimate and quiet, and that was perfectly fine by Harold and Scotty.
Captain Lief Hawke of the Marietta was fresh off of the sea, and even freshly shaved and well turned out, he still looked it. His hair was bleached bright blond from the sunlight of more southern regions, and his weathered face looked as though it had been wind and salt blasted. He was a handsome man, in an offbeat way; seafoam colored eyes, lean and powerful, like a sea captain should be.
He also had performed a few weddings in his day, so when he stood at the podium, looking over the text for it, he looked comfortable enough. He had not met the young men getting married, but his bosses had spoken well and warmly of them, and that was enough for Hawke.
The piper was off to the side. Handsome man, with dark hair and green eyes, he stood with his pipes in a formal stance. He was decked out in a full formal kilt, and looked good-naturedly ready to pipe in the couple. Craig MacKenzie was his name; he and Hawke and introduced themselves, had a bit of a gam, while Hawke and Lowe and d'Thalia worked on dusting the chapel ahead of its use this morning.
Said pair, of Lowe and d'Thalia, were currently doing something that they often did. Namely, they stood guard and took turns having a little patrol around the area. The former stench and the beasts that had been wandering dockside and then throughout the city warranted some sort of guard, and as natural as breathing, Harry and Maia fell into the dual role of both guest and sentry.
Currently, Maia was the one taking a short patrol, and Harry was standing at the back door. He was dressed up about as much as he was willing to be; a black suit, white dress shirt, tie, polished shoes in lieu of boots. His Browning HP was holstered at his back, out of sight. He hoped he wouldn't need it, but he wanted to be ready to defend this ceremony if need be.
Hawke nodded to himself as the guests began to arrive.
The Wedding of Harold & Scotty
March 9th, 2010
The Gathering of the Guests
The Chapel of Saint Brendan was lit well by natural light; it banded through the paned, clear windows, and through the skylights on the arched ceiling. It wasn't a large building, not by any stretch, but it was a beautiful one. Simple, and not particularly religious (despite being named for the patron saint of mariners), it was a more recent addition to the otherwise dilapidated dockside, built after the fires raged through during that whole zombie outbreak thing not quite three years ago.
It was a small building; it could only hold (and then likely crowded) about fifty people, but that was fine. Significantly less would be here for this simple ceremony. It was a small building and a small group, intimate and quiet, and that was perfectly fine by Harold and Scotty.
Captain Lief Hawke of the Marietta was fresh off of the sea, and even freshly shaved and well turned out, he still looked it. His hair was bleached bright blond from the sunlight of more southern regions, and his weathered face looked as though it had been wind and salt blasted. He was a handsome man, in an offbeat way; seafoam colored eyes, lean and powerful, like a sea captain should be.
He also had performed a few weddings in his day, so when he stood at the podium, looking over the text for it, he looked comfortable enough. He had not met the young men getting married, but his bosses had spoken well and warmly of them, and that was enough for Hawke.
The piper was off to the side. Handsome man, with dark hair and green eyes, he stood with his pipes in a formal stance. He was decked out in a full formal kilt, and looked good-naturedly ready to pipe in the couple. Craig MacKenzie was his name; he and Hawke and introduced themselves, had a bit of a gam, while Hawke and Lowe and d'Thalia worked on dusting the chapel ahead of its use this morning.
Said pair, of Lowe and d'Thalia, were currently doing something that they often did. Namely, they stood guard and took turns having a little patrol around the area. The former stench and the beasts that had been wandering dockside and then throughout the city warranted some sort of guard, and as natural as breathing, Harry and Maia fell into the dual role of both guest and sentry.
Currently, Maia was the one taking a short patrol, and Harry was standing at the back door. He was dressed up about as much as he was willing to be; a black suit, white dress shirt, tie, polished shoes in lieu of boots. His Browning HP was holstered at his back, out of sight. He hoped he wouldn't need it, but he wanted to be ready to defend this ceremony if need be.
Hawke nodded to himself as the guests began to arrive.