Marriage of Deksar & Pashura

Damiel, Glioca Priest of Mileth

Two dear friends of mine from Deochs ago. We've shared many stories and strolls through the garden. To marry them was a colusion of joy, and a profound honor. I wrote down our words to remind me of them and that moment of love. What follows is an unedited transcription to the best of my ability from those many Deochs ago:

Pashura
Ready dear?
Deksar
*rubs his neck* All this head turning...
*smiles* I 'has ready fer this the first day I truely met ye
not as just an Admirer anymore.
Pashura
*Smiles* Damiel are ye ready?
Damiel
*humbly nods*
Pashura
*Smiles* I believe it is time to commence.
For I am surely ready, I do not wish to get any older!
Damiel
In the ages, nobility of the Fae have marked their history by the marriage of the greatest of nobility.
For it was the beginning and end of history, kingdoms,
and deep wondrous civilizations undreamt of by mundane minds.
Throughout, our Aisling existence, which is touched by
the Tuatha De Danaan, each chapter in our life, truly,
is but a joining of such, deep within our imagination,
or, as today, reflected amongst the scents and sights
of the material world.

The histories of the fae are elusive and cunning, yet
I can safely challenge their magnitude this Golden Day.
Was there yet a Lord so noble and a Lady so fair that
has joined under faerie knoll or in a distant dreaming land
as Lord, Philosopher, Bard, Father, and more... Deksar,
and Lady, Philosopher, Lorekeeper, Mother and more... Pashura
The faerie kin would be hard pressed to answer.
Here, this day, we come together to magnify their Love.
Already it challenges the Goddess' rotating Sphere above
in brilliance, purity, and Light.

Already it calls into question if Hy-brasyl had really sank,
or if a part of it had been salvaged in a secret Ark
broken in two, and today re-united as two halves of a heart.
Father Deksar, mountain of esteem and piety,
a half of great knowledge, scholarship and divine
supplication shared with the Mass.

Mother Pashura, a fruit of the heart of the Enchanted Garden,
a half of kindness, eternal wisdom, and unfailing
strength flowing through and beyond.
Before those gathered, I fear Danaan, in her reflection

Deksar
*takes Pashura's hand and holds it tightly by his side*
Damiel
the Sun, may require a cloud to hide her tears of joy,
not shed in centuries since a love so strong had come
undernearth her visage.
Father Deksar, is it your True Will and heart's desire
to have this half re-united in Love?
Deksar
*speaks slowly and determinedly* My heart would have it no
other way.
Pashura
*Smiles*
Damiel
Mother Pashura, is it your True Will and heart's desire
to have this half re-united in Love?
Pashura
*Nods* Aye.
Deksar
*smiles*
Damiel
Then forever more let the mundanes shield their eyes
and score the day that
a new metal was forged
that challenged the brilliance of Hy-brasyl
smelted in Love and Tempered in kindness.
*calls upon the impatient Fae*
Pashura
*Smiles*
mismom
*smiles*
Deksar
*smiles widely*
Twila
*smiles warmly*
TsubameSho
*Smiles at them*
Congratulations to the new lovers!
Phileas
*smiles*
Feria
*smiles*
Evelynne
*smiles and sniffles*
Syon
Congratulations
*smiles*
Haruto
*smiles and openmouthed smile*
Congratulations!
Phileas
congratulations
*smiles*
TsubameSho
*Pops the cork on a bottle of wine and downs it in their
honour*
Evelynne
Congratulations!
Pashura
*Smiles contently*
Gwyneth
Tis a union of a dear couple and a trinity, Praise Cail
Gwyneth
and Glioca
Pashura
*Feels dizzy*
Deksar
*smiles*
mismom
*has tears of joy for her sister Pashura*


Deoch 20, Winter ((Circa June 29, 2001))


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