Torrential didn't judge as his companion broke into tears, unable to decide between himself and the sister that she had already sworn herself to the service of. Instead, he nodded his head and simply said "Okay. I am sorry for causing you such distress due to my own selfish desire. I do still have more to teach if you're willing to learn... In fact..."

Looking down at the mud in front of them, Torrential reached a hoof out and started to focus as he started to draw shapes in the mud. The first one started off as a straight line, but as his hoof reached the top of the line he draw another line diagonally down to the right, creating an ᛚ shape. A little distance way from the first rune, he started to draw a second one in the mud. The second rune looked very similar to a capital R with the differences being that it was all a single, unbroken straight line that never quite touched itself, making it a ᚱ shape. 

The last rune he wrote down was the only one of the two that had to parts to it. It started with a simple < before he raised his hoof and placed it just a little ways away from the center of the first one, drawing a > so that the two of them were close enough to make an image but not to be touching. 

[hider=The three runes in order]
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laguz[/url]
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raido[/url]
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C4%93ran[/url]
[/hider]

Once he was done drawing the runes, he turned to Star Dancer with a warm smile on his face. "Now these I highly doubt you've ever seen these before. But before I tell you what these mean, I want to ask you a riddle; I hold no magic, but I am magical. I hold no shovel, but I shape worlds. I hold no sword, but I can grant immortality. What am I?"

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[b]Blue Skies[/b]

As the last of the wagons started to roll away with a general air of good cheer Blue Skies was peaceful with its empty streets as its church bell rang out over and over, the only noise that dared break the otherwise silent village. 

A single pony dressed in their finest rang the church bell constantly without the need for food, rest or sleep as their dead gaze remained as focused on the task as the fixed smile on its face. The church itself was packed with members of all three of the tribes of all ages, sizes and lifestyles, sitting or standing together in a silent harmony that would have resulted in a complete and utter purge by the zealots of the Moon and Stars even under normal circumstances. The Wedding Party had done their work well, if it wasn't for the fact that no one was breathing or their gaze had faded over in death there were few actual signs that any pony was dead. 

All eyes were focused on the alter, where an undead priest stood in his silent vigilance over the two ponies in front of him. Both of them stood well over the height of the average pony, rivaling if not bypassing the heights of the fabled alicorn sisters Celestia and Luna. One was dressed in a tuxedo that had quite clearly been tailored around his huge but somewhat misshaped body, a trio of horns coming out of his head while four pairs of wings rested against his sides. His counterpart and other half was dressed in a pure white wedding dress that had likewise been tailored around her two pairs of wings, her five horns sliding between the Groom's own horns perfectly as the two of them shared a kiss that could very possible last forever if they were left to their own devices. 

Sooner or later a different subsection of the cult of laughter would swing by and pick up its promised army of new recruits. Or maybe the monsters of the Moon and Stars would discover what had happened in Blue Skies and destroy the town before the Cult could arrive. The Wedding Party didn't know and frankly didn't care for the outcome. As far as they were concerned, they had created a perfect moment in time. While it was the nature of such moments to be fleeting, all you had to do was enjoy it while it lasted.