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River strode through the lush grass, surveying the set up and preparations. Night noises surrounded her, leaving her otherwise in solitude. Upon the ridge line, Vlad's guards kept watch, and their softly murmured voices drifted down into the valley below. Things were as ready as they could be- the pavilions were set up, tables, chairs- all waiting for the morrow. The hectic rush before hand had finally come to an end.
She lifted a hand to wipe at an eye, giving a soft laugh to herself. They always said that bride's cry before their wedding. "I guess they weren't lying", she mused to herself. Taking a seat beneath the war torn oak, she withdrew two items and placed them on her skirts. One was an amulet, a symbol- well worn and tarnished, carried in secret, always. The other was a ring. The ring that she would give to Byrun. Tears flowed freely now, and she didn't even bother to stop them. "I wish you could be here, Uncle Cody... Uncle Davey. I... didn't exactly do everything you told me to.. but I think y'all would be proud. Maybe a little mad at some things... but... well, Swift blood is Swift blood after all." *She gave a soft huff of a laugh through her tears* "But I think you'd both be proud, all th' same."
She lifted a hand to wipe at an eye, giving a soft laugh to herself. They always said that bride's cry before their wedding. "I guess they weren't lying", she mused to herself. Taking a seat beneath the war torn oak, she withdrew two items and placed them on her skirts. One was an amulet, a symbol- well worn and tarnished, carried in secret, always. The other was a ring. The ring that she would give to Byrun. Tears flowed freely now, and she didn't even bother to stop them. "I wish you could be here, Uncle Cody... Uncle Davey. I... didn't exactly do everything you told me to.. but I think y'all would be proud. Maybe a little mad at some things... but... well, Swift blood is Swift blood after all." *She gave a soft huff of a laugh through her tears* "But I think you'd both be proud, all th' same."
