[open network - video]

[ruevealing]

Who: Delloso de la Rue
Username: Rue
Warnings: n/a

[With how much Rue's come to use their smartphone over the last five or so months, they feel like quite the pro as they begin this video message across the network, their feathery countenance perfectly in frame and prettily lit from a nearby window.]

Now that my beloved and I have finally picked a date, I find that our wedding is fast approaching. I must confess, I was originally quite set on our ceremony being a delightful mix of both goblin and faerie ritual, but I've come to find some human practices absolutely fascinating!

Tell me, do you have any particular wedding traditions from your homeland that stand out as unique?

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[archonloaf]

Have I... Ah.

[It's not often he's left speechless - indeed, he's well known for his tendency to ramble - but the question gives him obvious pause, his gaze dipping from the camera for a long moment, the smile he summons when it returns tinged with more than a little sadness]

Nay. I regret the Twelve favoured me with neither comely shape nor pleasing disposition, and they who might have, for reasons I know not, oer'looked such things... Thal hath called them prematurely home.

[Best not to dwell, so he forces himself to be more chipper]

What date hast thou set?

[ruevealing]

I'm most sorry, my dear.

[Well. Guess who is getting an extra tin of cookies tonight.]

We are thinking April. Either the 8th or 15th, depending on what this place has in store for us. You never truly know, so I presumed a backup date wouldn't hurt in case that particularly weekend ends up escaping us.

[archonloaf]

[Truly, Rue is the best and we do not deserve them]

Then shall I most vehemently endeavour to keep both dates clear.

[ruevealing]

[He may not feel the same way when Rue sets him up with a surprise plus one for the wedding.]

You need not worry, my dear. I have already penned it onto the calender in the apartment. There's no chance of anyone forgetting.

[:>]

Will you consider saving a dance for me?

[archonloaf]

[It seems vanishing unlikely his card will be in any danger of filling, but he smiles warmly regardless]

It would be my honour. Assuming thou art content to tear thyself from Master Hob for e'en an instant.

[ruevealing]

[It leaves Rue chuckling softly, their feathers ruffling up in delight.]

It shall be a struggle, certainly, but I'm sure I could bring myself to leave his side for a dance or two. Just for you, my dear.