"A Union of Two Powers" - Alkeni & Mieko
"Of for the love of God's girl keep still!"
For what had to be the tenth time Marta Balin was scolding her granddaughter as Aignéis fidgeted while her grandmother was making alterations to what was to be the dress for her wedding.
"At this point I'm about ready to say to hell with it and just elope,"Aignéis grumbles as she stiffens up stick straight as she waits for her grandmother to stick her with yet another straight pin. It was only when squeakers shimmied his way up her arm and on to her shoulder that a smile was brought to her face as the undead rat curled up into the crook of her neck and... well 'Squeaked'.He was such a pitiful looking creature and never quite the same since a particular incident about a year before and she had never quite forgiven her brother Alexander or his dearest friend Alkeni (soon to be her husband) for having ripped off the poor creature's ear.
At first Marta had been bent over, so intent on pinning in the waist of Aignéis' gown that she'd not taken notice of much else. When she stopped and stood, ready to scold the young woman yet again, "If you keep losing any more weight..." Her words are suddenly cut short, eyes widening right before she lets out a screech. A screech which seemed to have had more effect on the zombiefied rat than one might expect as he squeaks and promptly races back down off Aignéis' shoulder and out of the room.
"Now look what you did,"Aignéis frowns as she looks over her shoulder to her grandmother. "You scared poor Squeakers."
"I scared him?!" Marta was fuming, and her face had gotten all red and puffy in a most unpleasant sort of way. "I don't know what you're mother is thinking allowing you to keep such a horrid little thing in the house." And she turns with her hands on her hips to glare at Sorcha who was sitting in the plush chair at the desk in her daughter's room writing out invitations.
Sorcha, now nearing her mid-forties still had the same wild red curls as she'd always had, though her hair still fell down to the middle of her back when she had it down, with her mother there she felt the need to make some attempt to tame it and had made an effort to braid it and coil it up in the back. She'd even suffered through wearing a corset and one of her better dresses. Neither of her parents had been at all keen about her living arrangement with Lyrus, so on the rare occasion when they did come to visit, she'd always put that extra time in to look like a respectable lady. A respectable lady living in sin with a necromancer.
"You know very well Mother that Lyrus gave her that rat when she was just a baby still. They're inseparable. Besides that he's perfectly harmless." Sorcha remarks simply, never looking up from her task. He manner inferring such that having an undead rat running about the house as a pet was a perfectly normal thing for the average human.
Of course she wasn't quite an average human, and her children of course were only half. So really it was all quite normal to them.
"I really don't know how you put up with it," Marta sighs, returning once more to dealing with the alterations as she works on the hem.
"I manage just fine I assure you Mother." Sorcha remarks calmly, and she takes just a moment to glance over at her daughter in her wedding gown. White of course. The girl being who she was had wanted black. Something which Marta had gone into a fit over. And while Sorcha might have considered caving just a bit on her daughter's behalf, she had to admit she wouldn't have liked seeing her daughter marry in black. That and it would have been yet one more thing that Alkeni's mother could add to her barrage of attacks on their family. 'What respectable sort of girl gets married in black?'
Looking back at her mother, Aignéis mouths the words 'Thank you Mother'. It felt good having her mother come to her defense. Grandmother Marta was just a difficult woman to deal with.
Sorcha gives her daughter a wink and a smile, turning once more back to writing out the invitations. It was a difficult task to be sure. There weren't many who approved of the union but, Sorcha had to be careful who she slighted. Even though many didn't approve, many of those would be highly offended were they not invited. 'Hypocrits,' Sorcha thinks to herself. The city was full of them....