While there were many within the Kingdom that were abuzz with the celebration and excitement that the event brought, Kamari was of the group that felt more solemn about the whole ordeal. It had been a long time coming, this day, and while she had adequately prepared herself for it in the months prior, she was alone when it had finally arrived. Once more, she was forced to take the next step in her life with her head held high and her inner feelings brushed aside.
Today was her wedding day, and none of her family would bear witness to it.
Her twin brother was lost to the wilds like a leaf on a blistery, autumn day. A few weeks prior, she had met with her father, only to be informed that her mother had fallen ill. Kamari had bid her parents stay in Portland until her mother got better. A letter from them had arrived later to confirm their absence, though, they wished their daughter well. She had told herself that she was fine with the decision—not wanting to risk her mother’s health over a mere ceremony—though, her heart had ached for them to be there with her now.
Kamari had washed, groomed, and dressed herself with meticulous hands, politely refusing the aide of her friend, Vesta, or Scorpius’ wife, Serene, both of whom had been a large presence in Kamari’s young life, asking that they merely enjoy the Reception instead. Her feline companions, Stone and Agate, had kept her company while she had adorned the feminine attire, offering their support and humor to help make things not seem so glum with the absence of her blood kin and Krios’ mother.
The clothing that had been chosen for the ceremony was unlike any that she had ever had. Tailored by Mirte, the Emissary wore a simple, but pretty, hooded, linen dress of dark, olive green hues. Lighter accents rimmed the opening of her sleeves as well as the hood and collar. The neck of the dress came down into a slight “V” at the center of her small chest. It had long, open, three-quarter sleeves that added distracting movement to her stride. The dress was of an uneven length, and split down the length of either thigh to adhere to Kamari’s want for something that allowed her the freedom to move as she pleased. The front half of the dress ended near the bottom of her shins. The tail, however, was longer and trailed lightly across the ground in her wake. The excess material and hood was an idea by Mirte, meant to follow Kamari’s preference for form-distorting clothing.
There were some things that the dog woman had insisted on though. Added was a simple, dark band of cloth wrapping around Kamari’s midsection to help give the attire some additional color, as well as to accentuate the Emissary’s often hidden, feminine figure. Brown, leather bracers were adorned around Kamari’s forearms, one of which, hid a still-healing set of scars that had been obtained a few weeks prior. Into the leather, a knot design had been pressed.
Of jewelry, she had adorned the simple, chorded necklace that her parents had presented her to wear at her first Last Supper, a small token that gave her comfort to feel its weight against her chest in her family’s noticeable absence. The necklace had a wooden and resin ring looped through it. The fiery color had been a representation of her part in the destruction of the Clan from the plains, one of her earliest accomplishments in her loyalty to the Kingdom.
The only solace Kamari had in the foreign attire was the knife she had managed to somewhat hide strapped against her thigh. Though she had no plans to use it on anyone at the event, the Shadow would not be found weaponless, not even on her wedding day. Unfortunately, with how the dress was cut, the bottom half of the sheath could be seen, though, the dark color of it against her fur and with the movement of her dress made the weapon easily missed if one was not looking.
Kamari forwent any oils or herbs to add to her scent, wanting to remain as neutral and forgettable in smell as her role to the Kingdom entailed her to. With her preparations complete, she had departed outside where O’Riley waited to escort her to the ceremony grounds. Without any kin of her own to present her to her betrothed’s family, Kamari had shyly requested that the Erilaz do so in their stead. He was her closest confidant within the Kingdom, and an individual that had played a large role in her rise to Emissary. He had helped mold and guide her into what she was today, and it seemed only right to have him at her side.
She pulled up the hood of her dress to hide her face, and the two departed for the Orchard with her feline companions tucked away into her mount’s saddlebags. The Sapienza rode there atop her stallion in order to not dirty her formal attire.
Cedar was also sparsely decorated for the occasion. Kamari felt the need to look as presentable as she could afford in respect to the highborn family that she was to be married into that day, and her horse was her first and, really, only mark of wealth that she had to her name. The decorations were largely simple and were not eye-catching though, as such was the way that the Shadow had most things in her life. A thick, leather browband had been attached to Cedar’s bridle, designed with tanned, leaf-like, leather cutouts held in place by metal fastenings. A large, singular metal piece sat at the top center with a knot design similar to her bracers pounded into the thin material. A breastcollar made of thick, dark leather that was lined with fisher fur was worn at his chest. Two metal circles—not unlike that of the one found on Cedar’s browband—were nestled at its centerpiece, and a simplified, floral-like design had been pressed into the leather.
At their arrival to the chosen location, she got off of her steed with the help of O’Riley, and upon letting her cats free to find a place to watch the ceremony, Kamari allowed herself a quick glance around the ceremony grounds. The Boss had certainly outdone herself. The scene was pretty and lively with golden colors of the newly-changing leaves. The smell of sage reached her nostrils, wafting with the orchard’s natural scent, burning candles, and those that had gathered there before her arrival with the Erilaz.
Kamari felt her heart beat a bit faster in her chest in her anxiousness, no longer able to ignore what it was that she would be doing that day now that she was here. She took a steadying breath before she gathered her binding material, a piece of leather chord that she had made herself. Looking to O’Riley, she adjusted her hood to ensure that it remained in place before giving him a nod to show that she was ready.
From beneath her hood and with her binding material held firmly in hand, the Shadow allowed her cornflower blue eyes to search over those gathered there before they rested upon her betrothed.