The wedding venue remained bathed in the soft shine of hundreds of tiny lights. Elua stood at the edge of a terrace as she studied the shadowed landscape below. The distant sound of the town's nightlife carried on the breeze… though the nearby surroundings were much quieter than it had been throughout the rest of the day.
Qatrand stepped gradually on the stone, approaching the girl's back before she paused. The blonde took in the sight of her wife silhouetted against the horizon. her silver dress dotted with reflections. Her heart thumped at the solemn beauty of it… at least until she felt the brush of 'amusement' in the fragment kept in her chest.
"I told them we could manage our own affairs for the night."
