Wedding Bells.

It was later in the afternoon as a wooden carriage dressed in green and purple banners made its way up a dirt path, to a small Cathedral. Tonight a quick, and hasty marriage would be held, with surprisingly few attendees to support the couple in their venture.

Fearful, his green gaze flickered about the rumbling cabinet of the carriage as they made their way to the older cathedral in the Regalian countryside. Thoughts scrambled through the man's head as he tried to pull himself together with a deep exhale, his right hand reached up toward the roofing of the inner-carriage as he wrapped a few knocks off the wood, speaking out, "How close?" in a straightforward tone, one that almost sounded guttural.

The carriage soon came to a stop, the horses neighed and clomped their iron horseshoes on the dirt road. The older driver turned to the young Viduggla and gave a simple nod and a gesture toward the cathedral that awaited him, along with a few selected guests. In total, there were only a dozen or so people who filled the church- friends, Peirgartens, and selected members of House Viduggla, yet his Patriarch, Garth Viduggla, did not seem to make an appearance. Hansen instinctively made his rounds, setting a warm smile on his face as he greeted old friends, and close family, though his best friend Stephan Massena acted as his best man. Sooner or later, after some pleasantries the bride did indeed show up, Marie Peirgarten, walking down the aisle she was set in front of Hansen.

Vows and more vows continued as the priest spoke of sacred bonds and marriage as a whole. Hansen's gaze faltered only once or twice from the woman across from him- to the young man the ceremony felt like years but was surprisingly kept short based on the request of the couple. After the bond was made, some considered the feast and drinking of that night to be unforgettable, Hansen was very statue-like during the beginning of the festivities, not talking, nor partaking in any of the various drinking games, or sports that were planned, but as the night fell the 'Viduggla of the night' did arise and found himself in comfort amongst those who attended. Some would question why such haste, or why Hansen's behavior was wavering, but most tried not to question the couple. In the end, Hansen Viduggla was now Hansen Peirgarten- and it was yet to be said of what his family truly thought, due to there being little word from anyone at all with the last name Viduggla.

OOC NOTES:

• Hansen is now a Peirgarten.
• This was a closed wedding, only those who were tagged had an invitation.
• People may react to hearing rumors about the wedding from others, but nothing is completely sure in the minds of those who did not attend.
• All Peirgartens were invited, with the ability of a +1.
  • All +1's had to have strict clearance from Hansen to attend with a simple letter, PM me on discord if this is the case.
• All that were invited may react on this thread.

Spoiler: Tags

@mochalattes @seoulmate @BeashSlap {not invited ha} @littleshep101 @Walnoodle @Reinir @Nano_Kay @ZiggyStarDusted @HydraLana @HodlinG @ETrees

 

[ETrees]

The sacraments and vows of the ceremony progressed without so much as a furrowed brow from the Maraya, but calculating eyes nonetheless evaluated Hansen for its duration. Ending pleasantries were ground through his teeth while a sardonic little smile remained plastered to his face. Yet, not a single insult fell from Rumley's lips, no jeer nor quip nor chastisement; and after congratulating the couple, he left with cascading red-pink hair and a single mumbled phrase in Shalota: "You have dripped sweet poison in your tea, Marie."

 

[FeralGayWalnut]

A tiny snort escaped the Commander of the Stags as she stood between two particular Peirgartens, a glass of cider in hand. Lowering her head, she murmured to the two she stood between, "I called it, didn't I? Now which one of you owes a me five-piece?" Her tone was teasing as she smirked at the two.
@sincerelymeme @brooke_stinks

 

[egng]

A tiny snort escaped the Commander of the Stags as she stood between two particular Peirgartens, a glass of cider in hand. Lowering her head, she murmured to the two she stood between, "I called it, didn't I? Now which one of you owes a me five-piece?" Her tone was teasing as she smirked at the two.
@sincerelymeme @brooke_stinks

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Julienne considered for a moment, before giving a quiet huff of laughter. She mumbled back. "A five piece? Spirit, believe that's Vio on that one, dear." She kept her hands folded behind her back, quietly putting the tease onto Violane. hah.
@Walnoodle @sincerelymeme

 

[ezalB]

Zuzumi had been sitting in the Teahaus, tail wrapped around his waist as he waited for his tea to be delivered. As he waited, he took note of a conversation happening just of sight behind the Teahaus counter-- in particular what sounded to be the marriage of Hansen and Marie. Almost instantly, the Al-Allar would move to stand, and stroll seemingly calmly out of the Teahaus. He instead made his way to the Golden Willow Tavern, and sat down at the bar, beckoning the sole bartender over as light outside faded. The Al-Allar emitted an annoyed hiss, before quieting appearing somewhat downtrodden. He straightened himself as he began to speak: "H-how do you show a friend that th-they might've made a missstake, while ssstill being polite?"

 

[AtticCat]

Winifred clapped her hands at hearing the rumors, instinctively though it was odd to see some random Claith girl clapping her hands on main street. "How lovely for Lady Peirgarten! Who... who is Hansen Viduggla, though? Aren't they Northerners?"