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Dearly Beloved...

The City didn't have weather as most people knew it, but it was nonetheless a beautiful day - warm weather with a nice breeze, Stacy's sun-equivalent shining in the sky... almost as if it was reflecting the emotions of at least one of the ship's crew. In the middle of the Park, someone had set up a little white lattice archway amongst the hedgerows, decorated with ivy and roses and lilies that looked remarkably real (if they were, in fact, synthetic). In front of the arch were several rows of white chairs, more than enough for anyone who cared to show up.

It was a beautiful day for a wedding.

And frankly, Nanoha needed it. After the chaos and confusion; the rage and terror on Galilee... she didn't think she could ever forget that horrible sense of loss and emptiness when she'd thought that Fate was gone, if only for a day or so. But this would go a long way toward exorcising those demons - a day that she'd dreamed of for years.

Of course, she couldn't go greet anyone yet. She was in her wedding dress, after all! These things needed to be proper.

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Unsurprisingly to those who know her, but probably more shockingly to the people who'd only seen her fighting or bumming around Stacy, Signum is panicking. It's a reserved, orderly panic, but it's still clear in her actions and demeanor that she's running mostly on nervous energy right now.

She walk-runs around the park in her (expertly-tailored, of course, if not as fancy as Testarossa's) tuxedo, straightening decorations and quietly, respectfully yelling at ushers to in turn quietly, respectfully make sure everyone gets seated properly. This was the most important ceremonial day in the lives of the two people she's closest to without actually considering family, and damn her if it wasn't going to be exactly how they wanted it.

"You. Fix that flower arrangement, would you?" she asks of someone before even registering who they are.

Anwei was wearing a silvery yukata (http://www.flickr.com/photos/56712133@N04/5459954585/); it was the nicest piece of clothing she owned at the moment. She recognized the other woman's attitude if not her face: someone who had to see with her own eyes that everything was perfect.

"Consider it done," she said, carefully moving two roses and tweaking the ivy to hold them in a proud little cluster with the rest. There, perfect.

"Now--"

Signum pauses, and catches herself, forcing herself to relax a second. "...I don't even know you, do I? Thank you."

"You're welcome." She smiled, taking that moment of visible relaxation as a little gift to someone who clearly needed it.

"I'm Anwei. Is there anything else I can do to help?"

Signum sighs to relax herself a little, then responds. "I don't think there's much to help me until this thing is over, sadly," she admits. "This isn't really my area of expertise."

"Don't be sad. Everything looks beautiful. You're doing great." This on the assumption that this was all her work.

Anwei narrows her eyes for an instant. "Now all you have to do is look like you're as happy as everyone else, and you'll be all set." This is a slightly joking tone, as though acknowledging that keeping track of everything and trying to look cheerful would be a challenge.

"It's all Rein. I'm just trying to keep everything together..." she says, trailing off. Wait.

"Looking happy is part of my job too?" she asks. No one mentioned that. Because they took it for granted, admittedly, but still.

"No, no, no," she replies, holding her hands out. "Look. Everything is together. The sun is shining, everyone is here, and it's going to be a beautiful wedding. You shouldn't have to fake being happy. It's just nice to look back on times like this and think 'Everyone was so happy, and so was I' instead of 'Everyone was so happy, except I felt like I'd been tied in a knot, I was so tense'.

"Happy times don't come as often as they should. Try to stop and take some happiness for yourself."

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"Nervous?" came a joking voice from nearby.

Jr. hadn't seen Signum act like this before. But it wasn't that surprising, if she was so close to the two stars of the day.

The fact that Signum jumps slightly at the question is probably answer enough, and even though she recognizes Jr. there, she's not quite inclined to be a gracious hostess right now.

"I wasn't involved in the original planning this came up with a two-day notice I haven't seen the maid of honor - the one who actually knows anything about this kind of thing - in hours and my best friend is getting married in about fifteen minutes, so yes, I am slightly on edge," she says, all at once, in a tone she usually reserves for lecturing the 'younger' Wolkenritter.

And then she slumps after unloading all that at once.

"Yikes."

He gave a quick look-around, trying to think of a way to calm the girl down, even at least a little.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, nobody'd wanna miss something like this! Especially the people involved. Plus, you did a great job, everything looks perfect."

She waves a hand. "It was mostly Rein. I'll be sure to convey that, though."

She looks up from her slump then, smiling a little. "Actually, I think people are mostly here because they're friends or otherwise appreciative of the brides. I'm just trying to make an appropriate setting for them."

"Don't stress so much," came a quiet murmur from behind her.

Aibghalien had magically tampered with his robes enough to make them look more formal and fine, but beyond that he hadn't outdone himself. Can't outshine the happy couple, after all.

"The details are minor. It's the actual joining that's important. Everything else... they won't even remember."

"You have a lot of guts sneaking up on me while I'm already wound up," Signum comments, staying her instinct at lashing out behind her at the sudden voice when she recognizes it.

"I'm sorry, I hadn't even thought of that," he said contritely. Fighter-types and their reflexes! He was privately glad he'd never advanced his training in the sword.

"Do weddings normally feel like mortal combat?" she asks. "At least for the people not being married?"

"The two I've attended in my time were both elven, and consequently quite harmonious and peaceful," he said, hesitantly. "But considering that there is a great deal less cultural diversity among elves than among this crew I don't believe that's an adequate parallel."

"Elves don't do frantic running around, I suppose?" she asks.

"Immortal beings rarely do. Some weddings have started days late as the participants deal with various problems with quiet patience and time." He shot a wry look around the proceedings. "Which you dare not do here, of course."

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"You seem pretty under control," remarked Negi as Anwei worked on that flower arragement. He was in full adult mode, since as a kid he wouldn't be able to see anything.

"You're not very good at assessing people, are you?" Signum snaps, but half-playfully, remembering their 'duel' when they met.

"...sorry, but there's so many details right now," she says in regards to her tone.

Negi chuckled at that. "Don't worry, I know how tough it is making last minute details work just right."

"Need me to move something?" he asked curiously.

She pauses, looks around again. "Everyone should be seated by now and they aren't, I'm sure people are knocking the arrangements loose or sitting on each others' programs..."

She comulsively checks her pockets. Rings are still there, okay. "I don't...know, Negi," she admits.

"Breathe," said Negi. He would pat her shoulder, but he knew Signum looked close to having more frayed edges than a well worn carpet. "Take a deep breath, and try to relax a little. The little things won't ruin everything, as long as you have the important things."

Signum takes the kid's - and she knew, like Vivio, he was a kid regardless of his physical state - advice, calming herself the same way she would before battle.

"All weddings are is little things, apparently. And one big thing that these two already committed to years ago," she says, frustration edging into her voice. "Vows are good, but so much ceremony...they wouldn't have asked for anything if it wasn't important, so I'd better make sure everything is perfect, right?"