Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong!
The bells had barely finished their fourth toll when the crowd felt the pressure in the air.
This was an atmospheric shift that warned the arrival of something significant.
Conversations died mid-sentence. Food was set down. The dragon guests straightened instinctively, an involuntary collective response to something older than manners or ceremony.
Then they appeared.
They came from opposite sides of the sandalwood platform.
Sapphira arrived from the left.
Her Half-Dragon form carried her bridal dress the way ancient things carry ornamentation, as a complement rather than a definition.
Her bridal gown was deep sapphire and silver, cut in the traditional style of dragon noble ceremony, flowing and structural at once.
