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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Eumelia
Taliesin1017 wrote:
With this thought in mind, a wide grin split the blonde's face, and he redoubled his efforts, singing his dragon song again so that everyone around could hear him.


Marching in the crowd and keeping the standard of the Templars was tiring but honorific. Luckily the weather was not too hot today: though it was bright, the sun was shining, the heat was not unbearable. Eumelia realized that the procession would soon arrive the monumental building of the Westminster Cathedral.

Suddenly a song caught her ear, attracting her attention in the direction. Not that far from her position, a young bard started to sing - surely for the King who was sitting in his chariot - about a dragon. He had a strong, rich voice, and the song itself sounded to be funny - as far as Eumelia could judge it in the noise of the crowd. She stopped for some minutes and listened to the song.

When the tune ended and the young man fall silent, Eumelia could not stand to burst into applause, laughing towards the bard - though she didn't know if he could realise her plaudits.

Then she grabbed the heavy flagpole again and continued marching towards Westminster.
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A.rose
A bit of a nod and she decided to help find Merthyn with Ellie. "Well he couldn't have gotten too far, lets find him and head to the Abbey then so we can see this wedding." It was still odd to think that Cullan was king, and that he was getting married, but weirder things have happened. "Aye, the dragon parade is not something i've seen before either but tis grand indeed!" She gave her a bit of a grin before noticing that she was waving to someone. After Bill was pointed out to her she gave a bit of a wave as well. "Now there's someone haven't seen in a bit either!"
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Pagan
Whew! She had made it! And not a minute too soon. In addition to the fact that the Black Dog had woken up again and was howling it's misery in between her temples, her bowels were now rumbling and growling too, reminding her that the only breakfast she had had today had been the liquid kind. Pagan thanked her maker that she didn't have further duties here nor room for her inside the cathedral - nobody would notice if she slipped away from the crowd to find one of those ale and pastry tents she had spotted earlier, for a very late breakfast. In this particular day she would have no trouble finding some stuff to fill Noro's flask with either, to get her through the ceremony. She would be back to see it, of course, in an hour or so. Just as soon as she got something to eat and perhaps an ale or three to abate the bottle ache.

Pagan cast furtive glances over her shoulders as she discreetly seceded from the crowd and started walking towards the direction they were coming from. For once she would at least have a credible explanation for why her uniform was all soaked in ale. Lots of people got bedabbled by the Sussex dragon, and it wasn't Pagan's fault that she just happened to stand where it had spewed most of it's invigorating stomach contents. It was not like she had purposely chased after the ale shower, now was it? Of course it wasn't.
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Aleksander75
As the parade approached the stairs, the groups split off. Aleks and Parson Jones continued up the stairs until they reached the top, where the wedding would take place. He stood there, watching the whole of the parade go by and all of the people who had come to see and partake in this memorable occasion.

Aleks was wearing the brand-new vestments of AWESOME and Parson JOnes was wearing his new robes too. The different colors certainly added to the joy and wonder of the occasion. At least, they did to Aleks.


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Applus_macflintlock
Applus MacFlintlock was amazed by the parade as it moved through the London streets. He had seen some things in his time, but never did he see such a show. He liked the extra touch of the Sussex dragon spewing ale, and made sure he was well out of the way.
The order, discipline and the show the English presented here made a deep impression on him and he thought it was a wonderful experience. Applus inhaled deeply and sighed at the thought that Scotland would probably never see such a show, let alone such unity among the English people.

As the parade moved closer and closer to the Abby, Applus left his spot to ensure he would find a good spot for the wedding. After a while he found himself a spot and tried once again to find familiar faces amongst the crowd and the approaching parade.


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Tahsa
Amethise wrote:


[i]She smiled warmly as Tahsa joined her again, to walk the final stretch together.
"I very much enjoyed helping to make the dragon," she replied, "and I'm having a wonderful time here today! Thanks are also due to you and Rain -- we wouldn't have had a dragon without you both!" She paused to accept the shortbread from Tahsa. "And I would say that this scrumptious shortbread is more than thanks enough for me -- I must ask, did you bake it yourself? It's exceptionally good!"


Smiling she agreed with Amethise, that she too had been having a great time in the parade. The shortbread I did make but not without some hints from our famous baker Bill. We should have a celebration soon in Mercia, to show off the grand dragon before we take it apart? Perhaps we can get others to bake more delicious sweets too? she said with a big grin.

Looming closer and closer was the Abbey. She gasped at how large a building it was. Have ya seen something so beautiful Amethise? Its grand size over shadowed anything she had ever seen, as she kept looking skyward. Her eyes kept darting around looking for Alun, who had promised to wait for her near the Abbey so that they may attend the ceremony together. The motley throngs of people seemed to push closer and closer to the parade as they got to the Abbey. She felt a few tugs at her skirt and looked to see small, blue eyes looking up at her. She looked in the basket to see only a handful of shortbread left. There ya go, have em. she said with a smile as she handed the basket to the small child. The child's eyes grew wide and she said Thank ya Miss! as she scooted away. Tahsa remembers when she was without means and was hoping to always give back to those when she could. There was something about this trip which brought on an epiphany.

OOC: The Lavender shortbread recipe is here

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Parson_jones
The Parson had followed the Bishop during the parade, talking to him about the wedding and cracking a few jokes here and there as he usually did. When they reached the stairs, he climbed them with the Bishop standing just a little bit behind him. He was, after all, his assistant.

THe Bishop had asked him to wear the new vestments for the service, hoping that they could show them off. The Parson had agreed, although he wasn't really sure what all the fuss was about. He assumed it was part of the ceremony. Everyone else was showing off their dresses, so why not the clergy too?


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Lark
She opened her hand so the Royal Guard could see she held only a hip flask, took a brief sip to prove it wasn't poison, then wiped it, stoppered it, and tossed it towards King Cullan. "For his majesty!" she called, raising her voice to be heard clearly above the crowd. "Something to get you through the ceremony so the dragon doesn't chase you - or me!"
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Catriona_mackenzie
Now the procession was over, Cat bid farewell to the other clergy. None had seem interested in talking en route, a couple of them speaking in a language she didn't know, but she'd let it wash over her, content to just enjoy the occasion. She therefore took the opportunity now to join the crowd and look back at the remaining procession as it came in, laughing to see the different dragons and quite enveloped in the joy of the moment as the bardic music filled the air as a counterpoint to the shouts and cheering of the people.
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Raella
Whoa boys, she murmured as she tugged at the horses' reins and brought them to a halt just outside the gathering area in front of the Abbey. The horses grunted and snuffled, relieved to be done with pulling the weird-looking plow that the fire-haired lady had hitched at their backs. Raella rewarded them with leftover treats from the cart and settled herself a ways back from the main crowd.

That had been fun! Exhausting, but fun. She shook her sleeve to try and dry out the ale foam that she'd been sprayed with during the course of the parade. Then, with expectant eyes, she searched for the King and soon-to-be Queen on the steps of the Abbey.

It suddenly struck her that she was not at all dressed for the occasion. There she was, attending a King's coronation and wedding, wearing a knit dragon cap and her soppy ale-soaked clothes. At least she was wearing more than those hunky Dragon Warriors. As she waited for the royal wedding to commence, she let her eyes rest on the warriors for a bit, taking the time to truly appreciate Sara's handiwork.
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Elsbet
Coming to a sudden halt, Elsbet peeked about and realized that the parade had reached its destination. Paulie reached out a beefy hand to help her out of the cake wagon. For a mere second, the little baroness was ready to step out of the dragon nest when she remembered the trouble she had peering over many a tall shoulder.. Lordy, such a bother.

Standing full, albeit short height atop the wagon, Elsbet was able to get a clear view of the Abby steps.

"I'll.. just stay here if you don't mind Paulie but do you suppose you can grab me a bit of ale before it all starts? I thought I saw Aria racing about with empty tankards.."

Offering a smug grin to Gus, Paulie headed out in search of refreshment for Lady Withdean
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Kalens
Kalens looked out from the steps of the Abbey and quickly realized he was in the wrong place... he scooted down the steps towards where he saw Melanie and Applus standing relatively near each other.
Kalens greeted Melanie, M'lady Chancellor.. I am glad you made it. Kalens looked about, Laird Ian couldn't come? I see Chancellor Applus...
Awaiting an answer he waved to Applus to join them with a great smile.
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Cullan
The pomp was overwhelming. He waved to the crowd, smiling and laughing, but inside he was a ball of nerves - and his gut was telling him so. Every so often he would turn back toward the dragons, wishing he could get a swallow of the ale the Sussex dragon was breathing.

He chuckled as he heard the storyteller over the other voices. From what he could hear, he was impressive. Definitely someone to get to know. There were more faces he recognized than didn't - even the McNeils. Surprising, considering he hadn't seen from them in years. From behind the exuberant voice singing out a song made him smile - out was one he sang while painting the St. George motif for his wedding...though Jah knew neither of them were virgins...at least he didn't think so. He wasn't sure of any of his future wife's history, nor did he hear of any children. Something to think over.

So distracted by his thoughts, he first didn't notice the parade folding out. It wasn't until the chariot rumbled to a stop that they were there.

Ah hell...

There was Aleks standing atop the stairs. The collected dignitaries were around. This was it. The old man steeled himself as he tried to step down. It wasn't until the contraption stopped that he realized how the bouncing jolted his leg. He turned toward men around him, grinning through the pain as he growled
"it's time..."

Taking a deep breath, he walked toward the steps. He was surrounded by English of all types, gathered together to celebrate England. That was worth the pain. Step by step he made his way up until he was beside Aleks.

Christos above, he'd kill for a drink.

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Taarna
Taarna saw the Abbey growing ever closer. Her arm was becoming very tired from waving to everyone, but 'twas fun, and she saw that many, especially the children, seemed to enjoy seeing all of the ladies wave at them.

The carriage slowed even more, and she could see that the King and his groomsmen were preparing to mount the Abbey steps. That meant that they would be getting out of the carriage any time now, and the procession up the aisle would begin soon!

Oh, she hoped that Steei was out there...she hadn't seen him at all since arriving in London. And Adam. She looked again to see if she could find them. No...but there were more friends, and she waved at them...more children, and she smiled and gave a little wave at them as well.

Just as she was ready to turn back and sit down, someone caught her eye...and she had a second look. Was that...Yes, it was! It was Chancellor Applus, from the Embassy Ball! She sat up a bit higher in her seat and waved, hoping that he would see her. He wasn't too far away, so she even chanced a vocal greeting, which she probably shouldn't have, but she was glad to see him after all.

"Chancellor Applus! Hello!" she said loudly, but hopefully not too loudly, trying to remain as dignified as possible. "How lovely that you came today!" The carriage passed on by. She squeezed Kazzia's hand again (something that she seemed to be doing a lot of today). "And that was dear Sir Applus from the Embassy Ball! My goodness, I wonder how many people from that event we shall see here today?"

The carriage halted abruptly, jolting Taarna. Well. Now was the time.
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Galrador
The parade seemed to go on for ever. At least the masses which had assembled seemed endless. A roar of sound from all directions made quite the impression on him, while he was walking down the streets. He simply didn't have enough eyes and ears to gather all what was happening around him. It wasn't untill they went around the last corner when he spotted the Abbey. Despite him having seen it before, it still was quite the sight. Perhaps even more today, with all the events going on.

With the Kings chariot coming to a stop, he doubted a little if he should help the King down or not. He could see the King wasn't in the most kind of comfort, trying to get off the chariot. Standing all the way must have taken it's toll on the man. With the masses of English citizens gathered around however, he didn't want to help the man if it wasn't absolutely needed. Needing help stepping off a chariot would perhaps not be the best sign to the public about his strenght.

Luckily though, the King managed to get off unscatched and slowly made his way up the steps of the Abbay, before taking his place next to the bishop. Galrador followed the King up the steps and took place on the other side of him. His hand touched the flask he had brought with him earlier today, being filled with the special whisky the King had shared with him and the other Groomsmen in his room. Taking the flask from his belt, he tapped the King on his shoulder to get his attention. Apologies your Highness. Would you care for a few sips of 'water'? Emphasizing the last word, hoping the King would catch his drift, he offered the flask to Cullan as he asked him the question.
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