from Scorched
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"Within the sacred circle
we have come together
in
celebration of the joining of Y’Roden and Ghetsuhm. Megifte;
the joining of two
souls, the merging of two lives. Love is precious and rare, and it
binds us
together in an eternal dance that is a reflection of the dual suns that
forever
chase one another through the sky, and the moons that eternally dance
upon our
horizon. Inseparable, a bright light that shines in the darkness. The
law of
life is love unto all beings. Without it, life is nothing; death has no
redemption for love transcends life, creation and the universe. If we
learn no
more in this life, let it be this.
"Megifte
is a bond
to be entered into only after
careful reflection. As with any aspect of life’s journey, it
has its cycles,
its trials and its triumphs. With full understanding of this,
Y’Roden and
Ghetsuhm have come here on this day to be joined as one.
"A
woman is not
property to be bought and sold, given
and taken; I ask simply if she comes of her own will. Ghetsuhm, is it
true that
you come of your own free will and accord?"
Ghet
lifted an
eyebrow, an ironic comment that suggested
B'Rodyn knew as well as anyone how likely it was you could make Ghet do
something against her will. There was laughter in her voice when she
spoke.
"I do."
B’Rodyn’s
eyes sparked with undisguised amusement, and it
was a moment before he remembered where he was in the process. Which
was highly
amusing in itself, since it was such a simple line. "Please join hands
with your intended, and let your words come from the heart on this, the
day of
your joining."
Y’Roden
turned completely to face Ghet and took both of her
hands in his, his mouth curving up on one side in a dimpled smile and
the look
he gave her said ‘you first.’
Ghet’s
lips twisted in an expression that promised
retribution to come. She hadn’t prepared, of course: the
problem this time was
that they’d said everything. Everything
he needed to know, he already
did. And it was always there, her fear of hurting him: no promises.
“Rodi.”
One word and her thick lashes were already heavy
with tears. “There is nothing I can tell you that you
don’t already know. I
gave you my heart with my body centuries ago, and despite everything
we’ve put
each other through, I have never regretted it for a second. I would go
through
Hell for you. We know because I’ve done
it. We fit each other in a way
most people couldn’t even fathom, let alone replicate, and no
matter what
happened, we both knew there was someone, somewhere, one person who
understood.
“Over
the years, I’ve given you everything I could, but
there was one thing you never had, one thing I could never give you, no
matter
that I loved you so much it made my soul bleed and burn. This is what I
give
you now. My faith. My promise that my heart will be
yours alone, that
yours will be the only hand to grace my flesh, the only kiss to fire my
blood.
My pain and my pleasure I lay before you, to do with as you
will.” Her grip on
his hands was sure, and the look in her eyes was clear and true.
“I am yours,
and proud to be so.”
He
hadn’t prepared either, they were spur of the moment
creatures after all, and he was completely silent for a moment, utterly
speechless as Ghetsuhm’s words sank into his soul. His eyes
wavered, caught in
hers as Ro drew a slow, steadying breath and just let the words come.
“Ghettie,”
he even managed it without a crack in his
baritone, “We’ve said so much the past few months,
and over the years. You are
where I have always found understanding without judgement, honesty no
matter the
consequences, and love that has surmounted so many obstacles it
can’t be
anything other than the real thing. I have lived, breathed and died for
you,
and never regretted a moment.
“I’ve
been yours since the first moment you looked into my
eyes, and now I give you everything. Heart, mind, body and soul,
pleasure and
pain, light and dark, yours, and yours alone.” His face lit
with a smile, “You
are my Lisse Nwalme, and in this land of eternal
summer, you are the joy
of every one of my mornings.”
“Above
you thrum the stars,” B’Rodyn’s voice
filled the
silence as Y’Roden’s trailed off, “Below
you hum the stones, as time passes,
remember... Like a stone should your love be firm like a star should
your love
be constant. Let the powers of the mind and of the intellect guide you
in your
joining, let the strength of your wills bind you together, let the
power of
love and desire make you happy, and the strength of your dedication
make you
inseparable. Be close, but not too close. Possess one another, yet be
understanding.
Have patience with one another, for storms will come, but they will
pass
quickly. Be free in giving affection and warmth. Have no fear and let
not the
ways of the unenlightened give you unease, for the Goddess is with you always.
“Y’Roden,
I have not the right to bind you to Ghetsuhm,
only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and
place
your band in her hand.”
The
half-elf
produced the silvery S’Hean cuff from a pocket
portal and set it into Ghet’s small palm. It was set with an
emerald to reflect
his soul, and a flame red ruby to reflect Ghetsuhm’s, the two
ends separate…
for the moment. “It is my wish,” he said without
hesitation, “without a doubt,
to be bound to Ghetsuhm.”
"Ghetsuhm,
I have
not the right to bind you to Y’Roden,
only you have this right. If it be your wish, say so at this time and
place
your band in his hand."
A
single tear had
spilled over to roll slowly down Ghet's
cheek, and she let it, unashamed. Effortlessly, she produced her
armband, a
perfect match for the one she already held but for the size. "It is my
wish," she said gently, her expression soft as she laid the band in
Y'Roden's hand. Simple words, full of truth.
"Ghetsuhm,
I
accept your band, and the binding of you
to me, and I wish the same. I could do nothing else, and would have no
other. I
willingly bind myself to thee."
Taking
Ghet’s smaller cuff, Y’Roden stepped forward and
slid it onto her right bicep, the two ends quickening beneath his
touch to
form the S’Hean eternity symbol, the gems glittering in the
centres of the
loops. His callused fingers brushed her skin as he recited the rest of
the
vows.
“I,
Y’Roden D’Riel, in the name of the spirit of the
Gods
that resides within us all, by the Aethyr that courses within my blood
and the
love that resides within my heart, take you, Ghetsuhm Riker, to my
hand, my
heart and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire you and be desired
by you,
to possess you and be possessed by you without shame, for naught can
exist in
the purity of my love for you. I promise to love you wholly and
completely
without restraint, in sickness and in health, in plenty and in poverty,
in life
and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not
seek to
change you in any way. I shall respect you, your beliefs, your people
and your
ways as I respect myself.”
In
every ceremony
came this point where the actions and
words of one party echoed the other. Previously, she'd always found it
kind of
awkward and uncomfortable. One thing she'd learned a lot about lately
though
was balance. A lot of the last year had been about shifts in the
balance; order
and chaos, life and death, one love and another. There was a profound
feeling
in her heart and beneath her feet of balance being restored, as she
slid the
larger cuff onto Y'Roden's arm, sealed the ends, spoke the words over
it.
And
when she
completed the vows, they were so true for the
two of them, they sounded straight from her heart, not learned or
repeated.
"I, Ghetsuhm Riker, in the name of the spirit of the Gods that resides
within us all, by the Aethyr that courses within my blood and the love
that
resides within my heart, take you, Y'Roden D'Riel, to my hand, my heart
and my
spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire you and be desired by you, to
possess
you and be possessed by you without shame, for naught can exist in the
purity
of my love for you. I promise to love you wholly and completely without
restraint," she had to master a smirk at that point, she was both
totally
without restraint and the complete opposite with him, "in sickness and
in
health, in plenty and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall
meet,
remember, and love again." In that moment, she believed it utterly, and
she could only hope that next time round, it didn't take so long.
It
was hypnotic,
and Ro was caught up so deeply in Ghet,
B’Rodyn had to literally bump his arm with the Chalice.
Turning his head,
Y’Roden met his cousin’s gaze a little dazedly
before realizing he should be
taking the goblet of Mai’Tus wine.
“May
you
drink your fill from the cup of love,” the King
intoned, his lip twitching with a suppressed grin as the cup passed
from his
hands into Y’Roden’s.
The
half-elf
lowered it slightly, then tilted it for Ghet
to drink from. His eyes were lit with the flame of memory, it
wasn’t the first
time he had served her, nor would it be the last.
Ghet blushed, a
dusky rose stain flooding her cheeks. The
Mai'Tus... she reminded herself that no-one else had any idea what it
meant to
them, but the way he was looking at her really wasn't helping. There
was a lot
more they had to get through yet.
She covered his
hands with hers and drank, eyes on his the
whole while, then she offered the cup back in return, her grin
impossible to
repress.
It was a little
awkward to grin and drink at the same time,
but Ro managed, never breaking eye contact until the cup was taken, and
B’Rodyn
placed the seed of life, a Mai’Tus seed, into his palm, then
covered it with
Ghet’s. A small garland of ivy and orchids was wound lightly
around their
wrists and the King held his hand just above theirs. A soft glow lit up
his
palm, extending to the garland that shimmered softly, then seemed to
seep into
their skin until it was gone.
"By the power
vested in me by the Gods and the Kingdom
of S'Hea, I now pronounce you Ronnan and Vonna. May your love so endure
that
its flame remains a guiding light unto you."

B’Rodyn
looked peaceful, his dark chestnut locks ruffling
across his shoulders as a breeze blew in from the lake. There was a
quiet
acceptance about him, in knowing that the position was rightfully
Ro’s. He stood
with his back to the water, dressed identically to his cousin and the
familial
resemblance became all the more clear as the half-elf joined him on the
emerald
sands.
“On this
day,” B’Rodyn’s voice carried well over
the grassy
meadow, “I renounce my claim to the S’Hean Throne,
and pass it on to its
rightful heir, Y’Roden D’Riel.” His gem
like gaze met its mirror and the elf
held out his hand, palm up, to his cousin. “Do you accept
this honour? Will you
accept the burden of the Web, of the Land, and the people?”
“I
do,” Y’Roden’s baritone was rich and
there was no
hesitation in his tone. His massive hand closed around
B’Rodyn’s wrist, and the
jolt caused the King’s fingers to reflexively close about
Ro’s. There was a
slow, soft glow between their wrists, then a sudden explosion of Aethyr
lightning that hovered between them for a moment, then enveloped both
males in
a crackling maelstrom.
The air lit up
with writhing tendrils of green energy that
snapped away from B’Rodyn’s soul, broken filaments
on the air that bucked and
swayed, then unfailingly, slammed into Y’Roden as hundreds of
souls sought out
the Nexus.
The half-elf let
out a wild yell, his head snapping back as
B’Rodyn’s bowed forward. The only thing keeping
either of them on their feet
was the other, and they swayed dangerously as the Web reasserted
itself,
claiming Y’Roden as its patriarch once more.
When it was done,
Ro stumbled back and drew in a deep gasp
of air, his skin still crackling with the living Gaia of Whispin.
B’Rodyn
followed, Y’Roden turning to fall in beside of them as the
pair made their way
out onto the grass. The new King held out his hand, beckoning Ghetsuhm
to
himself as Gwen came to stand beside B’Ro, and around all of
them, a ring of
Rangers took up position. Beyond them, the S’Hean people
formed great rings of
their own, all gathered for the reinstating of their King, and to
welcome a new
Queen.
Ghet was still
laughing as she walked out to join her
Ronnan, not humour, but a mix of sheer joy and a deep pride in Y'Roden.
Her
soul rang from the shift in the nexus, sparking with energy which
showed in her
eyes as she practically danced across the grass to Ro. She took his
hand and
kissed him lightly, delighting in the force that cracked between them.
"It
suits you," she said impishly. She had no doubt at all that this was
where
her Rodi belonged.
Y’Roden’s
deep laughter matched hers and he took a moment
to kiss her properly, not bothered at all by the fact that the entire
S’Hean
nation and then some were watching. Drawing back, he took both of
Ghet’s hands
in his; standing so he was facing her directly. This was their moment
now, “It
suits you too,” he told her, because it did.
B’Rodyn
stepped forward, his hand in Gwen’s, “Life and
Magic are the Land, the King is the life, the King is the Magic; the
land's
name is Y’Roden D’Riel… so say
I.”
Despite his
reservations, in this Fadil had no conflicts.
Y'Roden was his oldest friend, and the Hojet Foryen firmly believed he
was the
only king for S'Hea. “Life and Magic are the Land, the King
is the life, the
King is the Magic; the land's name is Y’Roden
D’Riel… so say I.”
“I am
life, I am magic, I am the land, so say I,” Y’Roden
recited, his eyes still sparkling as they held Ghet’s gaze.
From the circles
surrounding them came the resounding chorus,
“So Say I,”
Gwen's smiling
eyes shifted from Y'Roden, whom she'd been
watching with a certain amount of love, sympathy, and pride. Her spring
green
eyes now fell on the woman who was about to become Queen of S'Hea, the
woman
who would now fill the role left vacant by Silverthorn... a role of
healing, in
a time when the Land needed just that. It was time not for a warrior
Queen, but
for a healer Queen.
“Love
and wisdom," Gwen's rich voice carried easily as
she spoke, "she is the soul of the King. The Queen is love, the Queen
is
Wisdom; the Soul’s name is Ghetsuhm
D’Riel… so say I.”
Fadil's face was
cold, but then he barely ever showed
emotion anyway. She was queen, by virtue of her marriage, she made
Y'Roden
happy for now, and when it came right down to it, there was nothing
Fadil could
do anyway. To object would be to damage Ro, and fail in his duty. The
pause
before he spoke wasn't long enough for comment, and while there was no
joy in
his voice, there was nothing that could cause comment either.
“Love and wisdom,
she is the soul of the King. The Queen is love, the Queen is Wisdom;
the Soul’s
name is Ghetsuhm D’Riel… so say I.”
Ghet's smile had
not faltered. She was too full of joy to
be plagued by insecurities. She could feel the touch of S'Hea on her, a
certainty she could always fall back on. "I am love, I am wisdom, I am
the
Soul." Her eyes on Y'Roden's, she was so full of happiness it bubbled
around her, scarcely contained. "So say I."
Again, the
gathered host raised their voices, “So Say I.”
To each side of
the royal couple appeared a young Elven
maid, each bearing a small obsidian bowl filled with clear water.
Y’Roden
kept his eyes on Ghet as he reached to the side,
dipping his fingers into the bowl, then gently running his thumb over
her
mouth, a soft brush of skin over her lower lip that left it damp and
glimmering
in the dual sunlight.
Ghet closed her
eyes briefly, soaking up the sensuality of
the gesture before she replicated it, her breath catching in her chest
as the
water beaded on his mouth. Her hand shook as she drew it away.
With their hands
joined once gain, Aethyr fire leapt up
between them, green and full of S’Hean life. It was a
testament to the purity
of the union, that Ghet was truly connected to S’Hea, that
her flame matched
his own. The words were recited as one.
“I stand
upon the land, I breathe the air, I taste the
sweet water, I burn with the fire, I live through the Aethyr. By all
these
things and more, I pledge myself to S’Hea, to its people and
to you. So say I.”
“Long
life to the King!” B’Rodyn’s voice
carried over the
crowd.
“SO SAY
I!” The response was a roar of voices, and with it,
the D’Riel Web became visible, every ethereal strand glowing
with soft emerald
light, leading back to Y’Roden at the nexus. A vast,
glimmering spider web of
power and connection on two distinct levels; the brighter more intense
one
linking the D’Riel Clan and all those who were bonded to them
by blood, the
second, a more subtle filament of webbing that linked the
S’Hean people as a
whole.
Gwen's voice once
again spoke over the crowd, “Long life to
the Queen!”
“SO SAY
I!”
A pulse flowed out
across the vast network, the final seal
upon the pact between royal couple, the S’Hean people, and
S’Hea itself.
Tendrils of Aethyr rose up from Her, playing about the ankles of the
King and
Queen, an answering celebration that welcomed Ro back to the throne,
and Ghet…
home.
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