A Bluefern Wedding Invitation

[Flynnigan 267]

^{A brilliant white dove with a letter on it's ankle perches on your window. It's beak pecks at the glass, letting out a soft coo. As you take the decoratively wrapped letter with a new clan insignia of a fox and ferns, you unfurl the letter to find that it is a wedding invitation!}

You Are Invited

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To the Wedding of Flynnigan and Wynather Bluefern

 

 

 

Under the setting of the Norland sun, Flynnigan and Wynather sparred eachother. Axe and swords crashed as the two practically danced in perfect unison, and one fell; bested. The two had just gotten to know eachother, and still the two were drawn like moths to a flickering flame. Over the span of six years, the two drew ever closer--until they finally shared a kiss under the stars of Solgaard. Six years of courting followed, where the two continued to spar; sharing love, worry, and hardships. Throughout every twist, they stuck together; supporting eachother no matter what happened. So, when six years later, the two returned to that spot under the tree in the setting sun of Norland, the same weapons crashing in a metallic symphony, Flynnigan couldn't help but drop to a knee as he did six years ago; only this time, to ask for her hand in marriage. The elation shared after a single word, yes, was enough to make him the happiest man in Aevos for all eternity.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Date: Sunday, March 16th

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Time: 10:00 PM CST

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Location: Venue Just Outside the Norland Gates

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NO GUESTS will cross swords at the wedding unless a substantial threat is made that makes you think your life is in danger or an attack occurs.

ALL GUESTS are asked to wear formal attire

If you see a suspicious individual at the wedding, please alert either Liam Vanfer Tor (stonebreaker975) or Flynnigan Bluefern (IceAxeFlynn) 

This wedding is intended to be a neutral event, some guests do not hail from Norland.

Please send an RSVP to the groom and Bluefern clan chief, Flynnigan Bluefern, signed with your name if you intend to come.

 

 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

 

 

[Qaz_The_Great 1394]

Ægir received the invitation, he smiles a wide smile and send a letter in return.

 

     To Flynn,

I shall be glad to see you upon the Alisian Alter

     Yours,

Ægir Edvardssons Ruric

[ichigomaster98 966]

The Laird of Grenzstadt sat upon the comfortable pink lounge chair beside the window of their trophy room. Gazing across the square letters were read out in a continuous drone until a few keywords struck the ear. "They're marrying sooner." Spoke the Laird. "Perhaps it is better that they do." Replied their own voice. "What is an Arr-Ess-Vee-Pee?" Asked the first voice to the second. "Randomly Selected Versus Person." Replied the seemingly all-knowing voice. "A strange way to choose the teams for their skirmish." Commented the first. "Return Serious ViPers." Suggested the second. "I think that's supposed to be two words. Perhaps Really... Something... Very... Possibility." Hazarded the first. "Rarely Serene Volatile Phenomenon." Estimated the second. "Maybe it's like smrt." Guesstimated the first. "Yes, well, anyway, it says to sign a smrtrsvp with our name. Perhaps it would be best to ask when we arrive." Decided the second. "Oh okay. What other letters are there?" Inquired the first. "Something about our kha's extended warranty... an auction on honey... a letter from Emilitia that the hay stockpiles are overflowing, dangerously so... a letter about the end of the world and doom and webs and mortals... a letter from an adoring fan... two, or maybe three, other wedding letters..." The second droned on and on. "I don't like reading." Complained the first. "Nor do I, and I'm made of book." Counter-complained the second. "Maybe I return to my nap." Concluded the first, standing from the comfortable pink lounge chair and wandering back through the clan home to their bedroom to nap on their comfortable carrot-themed beanbag chair instead.

[confusedjester 811]

The Finch stared down at the invitation with a smile, though turned quite sour at the date! She emitted a cough- then a sneeze as her eyes watered tiredly. Julia quickly penned a message back…

 

‘My good friend, Flynn,

I regret to inform I cannot make it! I am unfortunately ill, and I foresee I will still be ailed by the time of your union. I am there in spirit, and I shall get you a gift to compensate my absence. GOD bless, I know the ceremony will be wondrous!’

 

Julia then handed her letter off to her winged lizard pygmy, and buried herself into her quilts with another honking sneeze!

[BlauRps 545]

The robed Sorvian would tilt his head as a dove descended and landed upon the pointer finger of his main right hand, he would then see the missive bound to the avian’s leg and took it from its holding, beginning to read said missive.

”Oh, what joy, what joy!” The young construct would exclaim happily before he grabbed a piece of parchment and would begin writing a reply to Flynnigan

 

’To Chieftain Bluefern, Flynnigan,

It is joyous to hear of your matrimony to your beloved! I will make sure that I am in attendance to this important event in your life!

From,

Mimesis’