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Post by Lady Edfeil on Feb 27, 2012 10:39:08 GMT -5
The journey had been as uneventful as a journey in late february, on a small ship, with several guards, nobles and horses could be. They nae had encountered a real storm, but there had been strong winds and currents enough to make the journey slightly uncomfortable. since they had nae sailed the Gloriarc but taken the Pretty Boat instead, Captain Ulbrecht had elected to stay at Windstorm.
Still, they had made it in time: Dorian Hawkmoon had journeyed along to see an old friend wed, as well as to take up protective duty, she was certain of that. Prince Gregor had accompanied her and it had been good to see many a familiar face within the halls of Maclaaran, some that nae had been seen in many a year even. They had brought gifts as well: a matched pair of Frysian horses. A gift they had nae been alone in thinking of, and a hearth screen made up from an already embroidered piece that once had been intended to be a panel for a larger tapestry that had been abandoned. The wedding had been cheerful, with laughter and teasing and much love. Since the evening had ended late in laughter they had spend the night in an offered guestroom and left back for Windstorm on the early morning tide.
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