Luna's teeth snapped back into place, sinking below the gum again as they pawed the fur at their chin in sudden, deep thought. What place could possibly suitable for such a momentous event...

No, Polaris was too obvious. How about...

"The ceremony shall be held here, in Canis." Witnessed by the layers of the dead, piled high as they crumbled slowly together. Romantic and tragic. "I shall organise a trip to the Palace to find an appropriate uniform, and I will inform my lover of the dress code. 2 cycles from now, perhaps?"

(IC date would be.... early July? so sometime in september #happy birthday to me)

"Then I will gather the flowers." It was the only response he gave, deadpan and smooth.

He'd have to brush up on that silly old flower language, but it would be funny as hell to the one (1) person who knew what the flowers meant. What were the flowers for betrayal, again-?

@Luna

Like much of the alien metaphors and symbology he employed, the subtlety of the bouquet would be, most likely, completely lost on everyone in attendance. Luna included. Such is life on Let.

"Excellent." Luna returned, giving one last toothy grin before shuffling away from the spot she'd taken to scurry back to Scorpio.

exit