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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 2, 2012 13:32:54 GMT -5
Winterfell's godswood, while cold and forbidding, is where the wedding vows are to be exchanged. The Great Hall, of course, is where the majority of it will take place, but on the day of her wedding, Arania finds herself dressed in thick white furs, from some enormous bear, rather than a slinky yet modest dress such as favored in the south. Presumably she'll have time to change when they head inside.
The woods are old growth forest that the castle was built around, and the weirwoods inside give the whole clearing around the pools a sense of foreboding. At the largest of them stand Lord Rickon and Kal, the ancient lord in his finest garb, Kalvin in cold grey armor with his wolf cloak. He smiles warmly at her as the setup is completed.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Dec 2, 2012 18:21:52 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl stands to the back of the gathering people, he is wearing the same bear cloak and clothes that he wore to the Prince's wedding
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 2, 2012 18:41:17 GMT -5
Benjen wore his finest blacks and greys, a bronze circlet on his head and a longsword at his hip. On his back was a cloak of wolf's fur and he flashes a big grin in Kal's direction, winking.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 3, 2012 18:39:09 GMT -5
Arania hardly noticed the cold, clad in furs as she was. Her attention was elsewhere, besides. She wished her father could have been there, not thousands of miles to the south. She almost wished Alysanne was there, as much as she and her sister did not get along. She smiled back at Kal. The Godswood was lovely, the trees tall and ancient and ethereal. As old and as revered as the house Stark itself. Fitting, she thought. And from today, it would be her house as well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 3, 2012 18:51:56 GMT -5
"Today we're here to greet the new Lady of Winterfell, Arania Hightower, as she weds my boy, Kalvin. The Old Gods are pleased today. The North is pleased, today." Rickon's voice is strong and clear in the cold air. His breath jets from his mouth, looking like dragonsmoke. "Kalvin of House Stark, do you take this woman as your wife?" Kalvin nods, cheeks bright red. "Arania of House Hightower, do you take Kalvin as your husband?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 3, 2012 19:29:59 GMT -5
Arania nodded as well. "Yes, I do." She felt her heart beat a little faster.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 3, 2012 20:10:54 GMT -5
"Well, kiss each other, and all that," he chuckled. "Then let's head inside and have a proper celebration!" Kalvin put his cloak around her shoulders and kissed her passionately.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 3, 2012 23:52:08 GMT -5
Arania kissed her husband, her hand going up into his tousled dark hair. When they parted, she was smiling fondly at him. "I love you, Kal Stark," she said quietly, taking his hands in hers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 4, 2012 11:18:24 GMT -5
"I love you too," he said as they turned to lead the way into the hall.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Dec 4, 2012 13:19:23 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl follows behind the newlywed couple into the hall for the feast, celebrations, and other wedding shenanigans.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 4, 2012 14:41:41 GMT -5
Arania slipped away from the festivities to don one of the gowns her mother had sent. Soft and finely spun as silk, the silvery gray fabric was actually wool, and quite warm. Running her hands over her hips, Arania missed her mother...even the way she read aloud the parables and psalms from the Seven-Pointed Star every night, so Arania and her sisters knew each one almost by heart. Nodding at the maid who had dressed her, and checking one last time in the looking glass, Arania went back to rejoin the festivities.
She slipped into her seat at the high table, between Lord Rickon and her new husband. She reached for her full goblet of wine and took a sip, smiling at all the guests who had gathered to witness their union.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 4, 2012 15:20:19 GMT -5
Kalvin downs half his glass and refills it, arching an eyebrow at her. "Why, Arania...you look absolutely stunning." The majority of the North's important people are there, and Arania notices the Manderlys, Dustins, Ryswells, and the Boltons, even. Karstarks and Glovers and Tallharts and Umbers...all would be answering to her and her husband one day.
Benjen notes the presence of many of the other families of the Vale and Riverlands, as well.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 4, 2012 18:37:54 GMT -5
Her cheeks colored a little, touching her hair and tucking a stray strand behind her ear. "Thats my job, isn't it?" she said, smiling. "Especially on our wedding day." She tried to remember all the sigils of the north, but several of them slipped her mind, which distressed her a little. She wished to see Reyna, who'd also been properly married since Eddard's Rest, or so Arania had heard, so she kept a sharp eye out for the Ironborn girl.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Dec 5, 2012 15:24:53 GMT -5
Reyna was sitting with Fyodor a bit further down the table. She wore a golden yellow gown in homage to her husband's house, trimmed with white. She seemed uneasy among the northmen and women, most of whom she barely knew as yet.
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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 5, 2012 15:39:39 GMT -5
She noticed Reyna, and caught her eye from across the table. Kissing Kalvin on the cheek, she rose once more and went to speak to her friend. "So I guess now we are really in the north. Much colder here than at Eddard's Rest, that's for certain. Do you find it to your liking?"
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