by Haraka Omaras 21st February 2020, 6:48 am
The outfit would vanish after the event. That made sense, they were here to test things for that company. Was it old and sentimental thinking to want to keep such items after a wedding? This may have been them doing a job and testing a product, but they were testing out the full product. This wasn't some cheap lower quality free sample, but the whole deal. It meant the only way to get an 'eternal flower' that lasted more than a few hours would be to get all the miasma in his homeland entirely cleared up. It was okay that the tailors couldn't do it, that the best they could do would be to attempt to re create it. If he relied on that then it would be akin to many other lost arts. Something lost could effect something as simple as fabric making. Even if you think you relearned old lost techniques, without every detail it's just a poor imitation that they're trying to make as authentic as possible. His homeland still existed, so the materials did as well. Did the devices and techniques still exist? That depended on what was left when the miasma is cleared up. There was a large area that should be filled to the brim with books on every detail on making different local materials, including the different versions of materials that could be used for different 'eternal flowers'. "Thank you, this is still amazing. At the least I have hope that it's possible now..." His voice had returned to its soft and quiet self, certainly much different and far more meek a voice than the death faes natural deep and silky one. Still, the tailors weren't Perry. The young looking male wasn't going to suddenly become more open with strangers just because he was with a certain elf.
It would be nice to make his own wedding uniform. The highest of nobility and royalty tended to make their eternal flowers small, sitting as part of a ring or hairpiece. The lower the rank had been, the larger the stone had to be, thus the larger the flower was. What mattered was that a loop was attached to the flower, that it would wrap your eternal spouse. The stone was made of a plant material that could be made hard multiple ways. The cheapest way also made the stone like material larger as a result, as well as less stable. More expensive materials made it smaller as well as more stable, though such things were certainly one of many ways people showed off their status in his homeland a long time ago. Even the sleeves on these clothing spoke of statues. The lowest in the old caste system would wear sleeves that went up to the finger tips but didn't cover them, but even then that was only on their wedding day or important occasions. On normal days the sleeves were of normal length. The longer or winder your sleeves were, the more it showed your rank. It meant you could afford to wear something like that without fearing that it would be tarnished. How could he ever explain to Perry that he was royalty that hated wealth? Someone who was in the same family of people so wealthy that a castle made of gold would have cost less than what remained below! Yet at the same time he had been raised in a clinic small enough that he and his mother shared the same room in order to make more space for patients. It was an almost dizzying difference.
It would be eventually, but not today. He needed something nice. Seeing Perry dress in such amazing finery? That was amazing. Part of the dragonfly wanted to wrap a clock with an eternal flower that wouldn't fade after a few hours. Maybe this was the rush of feeling love for the first time that could be pursued, or perhaps this was the effect of both of them being dressed for a wedding. He wanted to show Perry what he thought of that outfit in a way that worlds could never fully describe. "Actually, it being temporary means I get to do something." This was why the taller male walked closer to Perry, circling to in front of the man before the two could be ushered out towards the next piece of the event. He didn't notice the door was already open, or that guess could see inside the room now. If he had known, the elder Omaras certainly wouldn't have managed to muster such courage. With only a small amount of fiddling the cloak had been taken off. "For my homeland, flowers symbolize something pure and above people. Th petals would be metal or fabric, but the gemstone would always be primarily made using a specific herb. This was because it could be made into a gemstone that would be clear until you pressured your magic into it, then it would be colored by your essence. having an item wrapped around you that had someones eternal flower on it symbolized a relationship that would be bound for as long as the flower so lasted. It's only for a few hours, but I would still feel blessed if you wore this until it fades with the magic that made it.
I don't know anyone else can be so blessedly beautiful and elegant and yet still have a wildness akin to being kissed by fire and dancing with the wind, making for a heated wit and a speed enticing to chase after. I want to hear your every word and everything about you, bit by bit, day by day. You make an amazing groom." Of course that was spoken in his true voice, so sounded deep and silky. He didn't kneel.. but then again who the heck would kneel for trying to put a cloak around someone? With all that said, face flushed, and heart racing, he put the cloak around the slender blond elf. "I'll be as patient as it takes to win your heart one day, because you already started to win mine."