Linya, having consulted with Alys, gets beautifully dressed up in silver with little black and gold accents, and wears her hair down and brushed out in a lustrous sheet (it's more practical braided, but at its most striking on its own merits when loose).
On a brick circle at Vorkosigan Surleau, with the House crest picked out in another color of brick, groats in pretty colors are strewn in a small circle, which is circumscribed in a star and then a greater circle.
Linya is, in traditional Vor style, fetched on a horse, which is named Fat Ninny. (The name of the horse is not traditional.) It has been pointed out to Miles that she already lives in his home and the fetching is a bit silly even above and beyond the beast's name, but he wanted to do it and Linya doesn't mind. Her hair swooshes behind them as they approach.
And then they dismount from the horse, and clasp hands, and walk together into the interior circle.
Ivan and Ekaterin are both supplied with little bags of still more groats. And Alys cues Miles, ready to feed him his lines if he does not produce them because he's too busy admiring his wife's glowing smile or her shiny hair or her pretty outfit.
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Time elapses. The day arrives.
Linya, having consulted with Alys, gets beautifully dressed up in silver with little black and gold accents, and wears her hair down and brushed out in a lustrous sheet (it's more practical braided, but at its most striking on its own merits when loose).
On a brick circle at Vorkosigan Surleau, with the House crest picked out in another color of brick, groats in pretty colors are strewn in a small circle, which is circumscribed in a star and then a greater circle.
Linya is, in traditional Vor style, fetched on a horse, which is named Fat Ninny. (The name of the horse is not traditional.) It has been pointed out to Miles that she already lives in his home and the fetching is a bit silly even above and beyond the beast's name, but he wanted to do it and Linya doesn't mind. Her hair swooshes behind them as they approach.
And then they dismount from the horse, and clasp hands, and walk together into the interior circle.
Ivan and Ekaterin are both supplied with little bags of still more groats. And Alys cues Miles, ready to feed him his lines if he does not produce them because he's too busy admiring his wife's glowing smile or her shiny hair or her pretty outfit.