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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "<144>\n\nLess than an hour later, the small cluster of guests had gathered, dressed in much nicer dresses, robes, and formal armors. Friends and acquaintances of Lyrah sported mostly shades of blue garments, while Drenan’s wore a sunset orange color in some form or another. Shele and Soren were bustling about to guide everyone to their seats, and moments later she rushed over to greet a night elf bard who she’d reached out to for accompanying music. After a brief chat, he took a seat on a log off to one side and began to play an ornate-looking lute, his melody calming some of the chatter of the small crowd. A wide aisle had been formed between the two clusters of chairs, with Saoirse standing behind the podium up front. A perch had even been set up next to her, upon which Kacheya stood quietly, ever-watchful for her companions. Once everyone had been seated, Soren joined the small crowd, while Shele rushed off through the thick cluster of trees between the clearing and Surwich. The druidess had donned a strapless, backless dress of woven leaves, somehow held up over her modest bust with magic and dreams, and a number of orange flowers had been woven into her hair.\n\nThe guests barely had to wait when the night elf’s music changed tunes, and unexpectedly he was able to thump a canvas-covered drum with one hand as he strummed his lute with the other. Heads turned to see Drenan come walking out of the trees with Shele on his arm. The large bull had added a well-tailored jacket to his leggings, and bands of burnt orange beads circled his wrists and neck, and one fabric band had been wrapped around the base of his unbroken horn. His mane had been washed and smoothed out, while he usually left it more wild-looking, and indeed even the non-tauren members of the crowd found him surprisingly handsome.\n\nShele slowly guided him down the center aisle. She kept her eyes forward on Saoirse, but she couldn’t help but whisper, “Do right by her, Drenan.”\n\n”I always will,” he whispered right back, glancing down at her.\n\nShele smiled. “I admit… once upon a time, I had hoped that this might be for us, but I say this not to injure you,” she whispered calmly. “You have grown considerably over the past six years, as have I. I now know Soren will be my forever life-mate, just as you are meant to be with Lyrah, and those thoughts make me happier than I can tell you.”\n\nDrenan gave her a gentle nudge. “Thank you for being my friend, and even more, Shele. I might not be here today had you not been around to keep me sane.”\n\nQuiet tears of happiness appeared in Shele’s eyes, and as they reached the altar, she hesitated only briefly before releasing the hunter’s arm. “Good luck, you dumb bull,” she said teasingly, then took her place standing on Lyrah’s side of the altar.\n\nA gentle chuckle escaped him, and Drenan began to fidget slightly as he watched down the aisle and waited.\n\nThe music changed once again, and the guests all stood.\n\nThe breath caught in Drenan’s throat.\n\nFrom among the trees stepped Rask, dressed in full-plate armor, sans spaulders, of the same burnt orange hues as the others, save for a single blue gem hanging around his neck. Clutching his arm for dear life was Lyrah herself, clearly struggling to hold back nervous tears of joy. The chocolate-furred tauren had donned a dazzling, snow white dress, covered in blue gemstones that hugged her bust and curves beautifully, purposely showing off her rounded belly with pride. There were no sleeves or straps, and the diving neckline of the dress sported a generous amount of her bountiful cleavage. It was a bold choice that made a few males blush, but it truly suited Lyrah and her personality. Blue flowers had been woven into her braid and mane, forming a makeshift flower crown. A long train trailed across the ground behind her as she walked, laced with even more azure flowers.\n\nDrenan was awestruck. His daughter had always been stunning in his eyes, but in that moment she was truly the most beautiful tauren in Azeroth to him. He couldn’t contain his smile, nor could she as they gazed upon each other. Their hearts beat wildly, and had it not been for Rask bracing her, Lyrah would’ve likely stumbled within inches of her father. The bride let out a soft giggle as she looked up at her smiling uncle and hugged him. Rask smiled and nodded at Drenan, then did the same to Lyrah and whispered, “Live well, and keep your old man outta trouble,” before letting her go and taking his place to Drenan’s left.\n\nDrenan reached out and took Lyrah’s hands, the two of them standing face to face and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. Lyrah was clearly struggling to keep her breathing even, but nothing short of Sargeras could’ve torn the emotional smile from her face, which Drenan happily mirrored. The music faded, and Saoirse began to speak.\n\n“Greetings one and all! The beautiful bride and the handsome groom would like to thank one and all for attending their ceremony of binding today. It’s always a joyous occasion when two souls decide to bond together for their remaining lives. May the spirits of nature and the primal elements forever guide you two on your journey through this life and the next. May the blessings of your ancestors guide you ever-onward.”\n\nBoth tauren had to bite back giggles at this particular line.\n\n“Now, Lyrah, I believe you have a few words you would like to say, yes?”\n\nLyrah nodded, smiling all the while as she looked into her father’s stunning azure eyes. “I, Lyrah Lighthand, wish to take you, Drenan Thunderspear, as my life-mate for as long as I may live. I would travel to the depths of the Firelands, march on the gates of Icecrown, and stare down Sargeras himself if you asked me to. You have had my heart since I first laid eyes on you. You have shown me love and care like no other man ever has or will have. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I know without a shadow of a doubt you will be the most wonderful father to our future baby. I love you so, so much Drenan.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<144>

Less than an hour later, the small cluster of guests had gathered, dressed in much nicer dresses, robes, and formal armors.  Friends and acquaintances of Lyrah sported mostly shades of blue garments, while Drenan’s wore a sunset orange color in some form or another.  Shele and Soren were bustling about to guide everyone to their seats, and moments later she rushed over to greet a night elf bard who she’d reached out to for accompanying music.  After a brief chat, he took a seat on a log off to one side and began to play an ornate-looking lute, his melody calming some of the chatter of the small crowd.  A wide aisle had been formed between the two clusters of chairs, with Saoirse standing behind the podium up front.  A perch had even been set up next to her, upon which Kacheya stood quietly, ever-watchful for her companions.  Once everyone had been seated, Soren joined the small crowd, while Shele rushed off through the thick cluster of trees between the clearing and Surwich.  The druidess had donned a strapless, backless dress of woven leaves, somehow held up over her modest bust with magic and dreams, and a number of orange flowers had been woven into her hair.

The guests barely had to wait when the night elf’s music changed tunes, and unexpectedly he was able to thump a canvas-covered drum with one hand as he strummed his lute with the other.  Heads turned to see Drenan come walking out of the trees with Shele on his arm.  The large bull had added a well-tailored jacket to his leggings, and bands of burnt orange beads circled his wrists and neck, and one fabric band had been wrapped around the base of his unbroken horn.  His mane had been washed and smoothed out, while he usually left it more wild-looking, and indeed even the non-tauren members of the crowd found him surprisingly handsome.

Shele slowly guided him down the center aisle.  She kept her eyes forward on Saoirse, but she couldn’t help but whisper, “Do right by her, Drenan.”

”I always will,” he whispered right back, glancing down at her.

Shele smiled.  “I admit… once upon a time, I had hoped that this might be for us, but I say this not to injure you,” she whispered calmly.  “You have grown considerably over the past six years, as have I.  I now know Soren will be my forever life-mate, just as you are meant to be with Lyrah, and those thoughts make me happier than I can tell you.”

Drenan gave her a gentle nudge.  “Thank you for being my friend, and even more, Shele.  I might not be here today had you not been around to keep me sane.”

Quiet tears of happiness appeared in Shele’s eyes, and as they reached the altar, she hesitated only briefly before releasing the hunter’s arm.  “Good luck, you dumb bull,” she said teasingly, then took her place standing on Lyrah’s side of the altar.

A gentle chuckle escaped him, and Drenan began to fidget slightly as he watched down the aisle and waited.

The music changed once again, and the guests all stood.

The breath caught in Drenan’s throat.

From among the trees stepped Rask, dressed in full-plate armor, sans spaulders, of the same burnt orange hues as the others, save for a single blue gem hanging around his neck.  Clutching his arm for dear life was Lyrah herself, clearly struggling to hold back nervous tears of joy.  The chocolate-furred tauren had donned a dazzling, snow white dress, covered in blue gemstones that hugged her bust and curves beautifully, purposely showing off her rounded belly with pride.  There were no sleeves or straps, and the diving neckline of the dress sported a generous amount of her bountiful cleavage.  It was a bold choice that made a few males blush, but it truly suited Lyrah and her personality.  Blue flowers had been woven into her braid and mane, forming a makeshift flower crown.  A long train trailed across the ground behind her as she walked, laced with even more azure flowers.

Drenan was awestruck.  His daughter had always been stunning in his eyes, but in that moment she was truly the most beautiful tauren in Azeroth to him.  He couldn’t contain his smile, nor could she as they gazed upon each other.  Their hearts beat wildly, and had it not been for Rask bracing her, Lyrah would’ve likely stumbled within inches of her father.  The bride let out a soft giggle as she looked up at her smiling uncle and hugged him.  Rask smiled and nodded at Drenan, then did the same to Lyrah and whispered, “Live well, and keep your old man outta trouble,” before letting her go and taking his place to Drenan’s left.

Drenan reached out and took Lyrah’s hands, the two of them standing face to face and staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.  Lyrah was clearly struggling to keep her breathing even, but nothing short of Sargeras could’ve torn the emotional smile from her face, which Drenan happily mirrored.  The music faded, and Saoirse began to speak.

“Greetings one and all!  The beautiful bride and the handsome groom would like to thank one and all for attending their ceremony of binding today.  It’s always a joyous occasion when two souls decide to bond together for their remaining lives.  May the spirits of nature and the primal elements forever guide you two on your journey through this life and the next.  May the blessings of your ancestors guide you ever-onward.”

Both tauren had to bite back giggles at this particular line.

“Now, Lyrah, I believe you have a few words you would like to say, yes?”

Lyrah nodded, smiling all the while as she looked into her father’s stunning azure eyes.  “I, Lyrah Lighthand, wish to take you, Drenan Thunderspear, as my life-mate for as long as I may live.  I would travel to the depths of the Firelands, march on the gates of Icecrown, and stare down Sargeras himself if you asked me to.  You have had my heart since I first laid eyes on you.  You have shown me love and care like no other man ever has or will have.  I can’t imagine my life without you, and I know without a shadow of a doubt you will be the most wonderful father to our future baby.  I love you so, so much Drenan.”
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