Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-24123288-20140116213532

As Manja rused off to get her seat, Eilonwyn took one final deep breath.

Gods, my stomach is in knots...

Slowly she walked up the stairs, reaching the crest she paused for a moment to look at all her friends. She smiled as her eyes were drawn up the ailse to her Breton, stood looking more terrified than when she'd died. Her smile grew wider as she noticed the frills. All her nerves suddenly vanishing.

''Thanks Manja... ''

Eilonwyn began walking up the ailse. Her handmade, sleeveless red dress swished around her knees as she walked, taking slow deliberate steps. Her hair sat above her shoulders, moving slightly as she came to a stop in front of the alter and stood beside Nish...