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"Sorry for being late," Celes said as he walked onto the stage.
Unlike other wedding ceremonies, the groom did not have to wait for the bride. The culture of Golden Sand was flexible and forgiving about such things.
Still, Nyx was pouting.
"You're one minute late!"
"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you."
The priest nodded and began reading from an ancient book about the Oasis Spirit and her teachings on true love. She spoke of how bonds, no matter the passage of time or the distance between worlds, would remain forever as long as both remembered each other.
Among the guests, the ghostly form of Eustace stood watching. He shed a few quiet tears as memories of Naiad flooded back. Then he sighed and gazed up at the bright sun.
Eventually, the priest turned to the couple.
