The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'-Chapter 462 - An Intentionally Dirty Dress…
At the dawn of the day of Nohre and Fusand’s wedding, Elua sat with her legs dangling over the cliff as the sun ’rose’ in the dark green night, the coming violet leaving bands of gray as the complementary colors mixed. She resolved not to wear her usual dress on a day like today, letting the soon bonded couple have the sole honor of so much Silver. Instead, she fit herself into the ’Yecine’ black and gold dress she had purchased to wear during the competition.
Because while she knew the wedding dress was a firm connection to her beloved, she also knew that Qat surely kept great care and use of the ribbon from this same dress. A more personal shared item, but she was hardly going to go all day without wearing something matching with her husband-wife! The fact that she was technically always ’wearing’ the evolving spiritual fragment from the other cultivator did not count, considering it was on its gradual way to becoming a unique entity of its own.
"It would be like her being happy with the Obsidian Mirror as though it is me, just because it originally involved my spirit. Or the fox... I wonder how that thing is doing, she wrote that it... actually no, I no longer care about it. It is enough to still care at all for my personal servant after knowing how she feels about that branch manager. If that clingy, ’feed me’ creature wants to be with Dima, they can have each other!"
Mint eyes gazed down at the dark cobalt lake when she leaned forward and yelled, where their altar waited beneath the surface... and more waited in the cliff. It had been a long three and a half months with her disciples - and Zyris er Talcres - taking up chunks of her days. But that did not mean she got nothing done that could not extend to future endeavors.
Back home, Nohre had continually put off the idea of having tailors fit them before their master was sure to be around for the wedding... so the Goltbred heiress had needed to get right on the ritual powered machines and automatons to help process the metal. Copious amounts of silver thread were needed to make their outfits herself, automating the ability to mill, anneal, and pull the made wire through a drawing plate over and over until it was small enough was itself a very time consuming process. And that was all *before* the weaving set out to make things into an appropriately flexible panel of material that could be tailored.
Some of these things had been planned for when she was truly detailing the mansion, particularly for making various copper things, but that was still more than a year out by her prior estimates. Having them ready early did not particularly make her annoyed - for she knew plans and schemes she made were expected to evolve based on her whims. Especially when they intersected with the occasionally less than predictable choices of others.
"Are you ready?"
She asked the question without turning, her spiritual sense - and her ears -well aware of the pair approaching behind her. The dress she made for the friend and mentee trailed quite long, so much that its train slid on the stone as she walked... gathering Dust with the plan to allow it to dip in the Water once they were down below. A sort of sentimentality and artistry that she had not expected out of the older teen. Elua was confident that quality was found and polished while under the Talcres household, ignoring the spark she herself set ablaze with the little seeming things she did for Qat that actually had deep meanings.
"More than ready."
Green eyes shone with excitement and nerves in equal measure. She had seen the wedding of Elua er Goltbred and then Qatrand er Yecine personally. For her master to promise that there would be moments she might find even more wonderful than that... the girl was not sure what to expect. But with her dark hair left mostly down instead of braided like always, pinned and crowned by a complex silver headdress that included tiny antler nubs?
’I feel like I will never forget today.’
"Well that’s good, because he has been pacing down there around the water’s edge for the last twenty minutes. Let’s begin."
Elua stood and held her hand out, waiting patiently for Nohre to take it before they stepped off the cliff without fear. Onto a curved panel of gas with little slits in a pattern that made it drift down at the speed of a feather or leaf, without nearly as much of the flapping around those object did. Landing softly on the water’s surface, their feet stood stable through a combination of Adhesion from the heiress - and forcing the Water to push directly under herself, for the young elementalist who had not quite become a Primalist.
On the shore directly across from the cliff, Fusand waved at them in his silver clothing... which also went a bit different of a direction than El would have expected, and caused her to think they were intentionally bullying her with their mental choices. In her lessons, she had shown them some of her memories through illusions - now that the cat was out of the bag, as it were... for it was far too much to just claim she could do all this and know all this at her age. Luckily the pair had been more fascinated than anything... and none more than the sandy-haired teen who thought the ancient style of robes and other flowing clothes throughout the world were just fabulous.
When he first said he wondered if that would be an acceptable outfit, the heiress was actually quite happy. Draping pieces were far easier to tailor than structured ones. They simply required more material processing since the fabric was not cut into such exacting shapes as a suit. And that was just *waiting* with her spiritual constructs working on the silver thread on their own, for the most part.
’I never should have showed him all of the old styles.’
