Walking off the beaten path, past a quaint bridge made of bricks and mortar, we arrived at a small clearing within the woods.
With the sun hanging above our heads gifting us the warmth of spring, we spread open a large blank piece of paper on a makeshift table we created. With a piece of charcoal as a pen, we gathered our wits to create a blueprint for the wagon house.
Always eager and ready to try new things, Ciel asked a question.
"So, where do we start?"
"I believe we should first decide the purpose of the wagon house. Something along the lines of what do you need or want, inside a mobile home." I replied.
"A bed is a must, of course. Other than that, I do want a cupboard or two."
"A double bed and two cupboards. Anything else?"
"Something like a table, perhaps?"
"A table, huh? It's quite tricky with the amount of space we got, but I could do that."
"How come?" she asked.
"Because we have to complete it first before adding other effects."
"I see, for a camouflage, right?"
"Exactly. So, is that all?" I asked.
"I think that's everything on top of my head, what do you think?"
"We could start with that, though maybe I'll add another storage under the bed."
As the blueprint was nearing its completion, we cleared the makeshift table we used, and readied ourselves to create the wagon.
"With the law of life, I shall create a tree tall and strong, and bend it to my will, to my directions."
A sprout appeared. And grew it shall, into a tall strong tree.
It bent down as if greeting its creator.
With its roots breaking through the ground, it gradually changed and morphed into the design I envisioned. Still, no life shall be sacrificed today.
"With the law of life, I shall reverse. What was given life by the earth, now shall taste the embrace of the sky. Be fulfilled it shall, and live a long-aged life."
The tree that morphed into a wagon house sprouted its roots skywards, forming quaint spires which it shall gain all of its nutrients from. Leaves and moss, small and soft, formed on the wagon's interior, acting as a carpet, while a small crystal made of sap, an amber, could be seen coagulating on the ceiling. Giving off some of the light it had absorbed in the day, for us to use at night. The soft part of its branches formed the suspension, absorbing all vibrations and shock the wagon may receive, while its hard part formed the axle and wheel.
Thus, the living wagon house was created, big, strong, and healthy.
A small problem, however, immediately came to mind.
"How do we take it back to the city?" I asked out loud.
"Should I pull it?" Ciel offered.
"That's a good idea. I'll pull it with you and then cover us with illusions."
So, a wagon house pulled by two horses could be seen on the streets of Rivellon. Its destination; Cirque du Ciel.
After parking it somewhere safe within the confines of the circus tent, we quickly went to the manor in order to prepare the venue for the wedding. There, Alfred was already busy with the tables and chairs and decorations.
He spotted us from afar, and then came forward to greet us.
"Ah, young master and young miss! Good afternoon to you two."
Giving back our greetings to him, I went to the crux of the problem.
"Do you need any help in setting up the venue?" I asked.
"There is no problem here, young master. However, the master had informed me that you haven't written the invitations for the guests and to Mr Ashur in order to ask him to officiate your wedding. That's why he prepared a stack of letters in that table over there."
Looking at the table he was pointing at, I could see a pile of letters that was prepared for us to write.
Seeing that, Ciel quietly walked away to find something else she could help out with. However, as I grabbed her hand, her escape technique was rendered useless.
I looked at her and said, "We're in this together, aren't we?"
She sighed, accepting her fate.
Since the letters can't write themselves, we have to write them by hand. From grandfather-in-law's invitation to Maria's. Looks like we would spend the rest of the afternoon writing the invitations.
With the sun right above the horizon, we finally finished writing all that invitations. Now, with time almost against us, we went to the circus to spread the invitations to the troupe.
We arrived at the circus at the right time. The troupe had just finished performing outside the tent, and since it was the last day of the Harvest Festival, they continued the free performance until late evening, just before sunset.
"Oh! Layne, Ciel! What's the matter?" Dorian asked.
"Did you forget something here?" Doe-Ritter quipped.
Greeting them, we gave out the invitations to our wedding at the Carter Manor. Their faces when finding out there will be a buffet was quite priceless. Some drooled, some licked their lips, while most of them gulped.
Picking up the guests for my own wedding, it was a new experience to say the least. The roads were in uproar as a large influx of people suddenly appeared, wearing all kinds of colourful outfits. All of them walked the same path, and when they were asked where they were going, they answered simply. To the wedding of a friend.
It was already dark outside when we finally arrived at the manor, and it was not a bad thing. There were hanging lights and candles all around. The mood was uplifting and romantic because the decorations Alfred used were sprinkled with meridiem dust; a type of mineral that glows in the dark with bright blue colour.
As the guests were given free rein to snack on the appetizers or sit around and drink on the prepared seats, Ciel and I were ushered into another room. There, Alfred asked us where the wedding clothes are. After giving him our circus outfits, he went away somewhere, talking about how he'll wash and clean the costumes as fast as lightning.
While we were waiting for Alfred, grandfather-in-law suddenly entered the room. He said he was told to wait for his turn in that room. Around ten minutes later, Alfred came back with three outfits. Two of them were our circus costumes that he had washed, the other one was an officiate's robes. With our clothes ready, Ciel and I were directed to another room, separate from each other, in order to change.
Changing into my ringmaster costume, I could hear a voice that I was able to identify very clearly, talking to the audience as the master of ceremony. It was my father. He took some time off his work in order to help make the best possible wedding for his son.
"Young master, are you done changing?" Alfred knocked on the door.
"I have," I replied.
"The young miss is waiting for you outside with Mr Ashur."
"Soon be there!" I quickly straightened up.