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(ORP) Royal Parade & Coronation of King Cullan Holifard

Kazzia_llewellynn
Kazzia jolted as she looked at the dragon bearing down on the Queen to be and again when Saira called out. She couldn't help a slightly startled expression.
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Taarna
If there was a moment in time that her voice came in handy, it was this one.

Taarna let out a perfect ear-splitting, glass-shattering scream, startling all those nearby. At the same time she managed to motion for the princess to duck as the "foul beast" swayed to and fro.

Corsaira swung her sword at the hideous monster, yelling threats as she climbed back and forth acrobatically atop the carriage.

The beast swung back toward them again, and once again, as all the ladies screamed, Taarna let loose another well-rehearsed high-A disguised as a cry of terror.

"Oh, please, won't someone help the Princess?" she cried.
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Calisa
She heard a commotion and leaned as far out of the dragons mouth as possible, without falling of course, to see what was going on. There were shouts and she saw something big and white coming towards the nearly Queen Aggness. A gasp as she clutched her mouth with her hands, knowing well it was fake but still was intimidating. She glanced down and yelled "HURRY Turn this beast!" to those working the horses, and soon the large Black and Red Sussex Dragon was facing the White and Gauzy WML Dragon.

She gave a loud cheer, a WHOOHOOO if you will, and then leaned down to yell towards the hunky men. "Men! Go save those Ladies and her Highness!" She points to the white dragon while the hunky men took off in their wonderful formation. Obviously it was for show, and she sure hoped they knew that.
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-Lady's Companion to Alexandrya- Thanks Chyler for the Banner!
Aggnes.holifard
Symbolism, it was all about symbolism... She held on to the carriage door frame with one hand, and hung out, her "weapon" in the other.

"Ha! That was merely a single blade lost in my defence! Fear this, monster, and flee something far mightier than any sword, for I wield a Red Pen of Doom!"

She did, too. One with an extra-large quill, for this occasion, and with more of a tendency to "leak" ink than was the norm. She pointed it, and squeezed the little bladder hidden inside, mentally thanking Ashton for the inspiration. The white paper of the dragon's head turned red.
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Kiane
Kiane reached Irish just as a large white paper dragon advanced on the future Queen. He gave Irish a broad smile and a bow before turning to watch the spectacle. He noticed Irish's young son was struggling to see. "Here lad," he said to the boy, then lifted him up onto his shoulders giving the excited boy the best view of the show.
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~Baronet of Marlborough~Chaplain of Her Sacred Rose~
Cullan
Cullan nodded to Aleks, then turned to greet the parson when he heard the scream. Spinning on his heel he caught sight of Saira falling backwards, and the white dragon descending on the women. He groaned inwardly, wishing he could have been informed of any surprises first. Seeing the Sussex group moving toward the 'attack' he called out. "Defend the Heir! Defend my wife!"
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‡English Ambassador to Greece‡Baron of Coombes‡Most obnoxious person in SussexWelcome to England.
Corsaira
The Ice Dragon, vanquished by the Red Pen of Administration, turned to join the Sussex Dragon, as if seeking the safety of its own kind. It flapped away, thrashing its head as if the ink were acidic, to applause from the crowd, some of them discussing the many ways it was symbolic of something or other. Toot would be talked in the taverns about what it all meant, none, some and all of it right. Such things were designed to make you think. Whatever it made you think, at least you were thinking.

Saira, miraculously back to full health after the dragon had finished its part, hopped off the carriage and doffed her hat, holding the Princess' copy of the Homilies as she had promised.

"Nicely done, yer Highness. Now we have had our fun, time for the work of the day. Well done also for not getting ink on yer dress...I'd tell ye to have courage and faith for the big day but such events as this don't faze ye so I shall just tell ye to say the oaths, eat the cake, and then have the fun. His Majesty chose you to rule at his side. Didn't have to marry ye too, but he chose that too. May Jah bless ye both for it. "
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Kazzia_llewellynn
Kazzia clapped loudly with the rest of those who were clapping as the dragon was defeated and sloughed away towards the Sussex dragon, looking for refuge. She looked at the King, standing on the steps, it was priceless. They'd played the parts so perfectly her own heart was still in her throat and she had to discreetly tuck away the blade she'd drawn when Saira cried out the first time. She tucked it back into her the hidden sheath she wore. and pulled her fan up waving it a bit. She let go of Taarna as well, apparently at some point she'd grabbed hold of her. That was lovely! You scared the daylight out of me though, she laughed at her own response, how silly to jump of a plaster and cloth dragon when she'd helped build one very similar. She clapped and called out to Saira, BRAVO! Well played! She couldn't help a grin on her face at the expressions of those about her.
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Aggnes.holifard
"No ink on my fingers, either." She handed Saira the Pen of Doom, carefully. "Right, that's the difficult part of the day over. Time to subdue the next challenge."

She settled her skirts, and turned to face the steps, the red carpet, and the group waiting for her at the top.
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Calisa
The hunky men, seeing that the white dragon was vanquished stayed with the Queen and her Ladies to help escort them to the King, and to make sure no harm befalls them of course.


The white dragon comes over to their dragon bested by the Queen and she gives an eep at the impressive size of it, but it was no match for the great Sussex beast! She gave another "Roar" even as her voice grows a bit hoarse from all the yelling, and moves back and forth to give the head a bit of a sway towards the white dragon.

As the head turns she pulls the lever for the ale to spray out one last time, towards anyone who dared to come too close. The Sussex Dragon was protecting the WML Dragon from any more harm, well at least that was supposed to be the symbolism. The dragon is drawn closer to the white one to give it a light bump of affection, careful of the baby dragon that was attached the back.
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Corsaira
Saira gives a mock bow to the "bravo". "Thank ye, thank ye; I am here all week!

She watches as the Sussex dragon washes the ink from Westmorland's ice dragon with a blast of ale. "Ah, a happy ending. The Ice Dragon comforted by the one from Sussex, sharing his ale to soothe her pain. Once we have the formalities over, hopefully I'll have a pint of that meself..."
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Noromical
Noro had been quietly watching the spectacle with the dragon with a slight smirk. Such a performance had been well rehearsed, but perhaps there was too much symbolism in it
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Elsbet
Elsbet had hung on for dear life as the Sussex Dragon lurched forward and received several bumps in the process while dealing with the Westmorland Beastie. Rubbing a sore elbow, she grumbled and groused as any proper Dragon Baby Governess would, making sure her charge wasn't hurt in the process.

Once she saw that the icing was intact and no odd parts had fallen off, Elsbet fluffed up the protective hay around Baby, daring anyone with an icy glare to touch her sweet charge before the right moment!
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Kalens
Kalens gave Melanie a warm smile of comfort and simply nodded at her news... happy he had seen her and brought some comfort and even more as Applus arrived. Kalens gripped the man's wrist in the Scot manner of greeting.
It is good to see you again, my friend... and we have the lovely Melanie as well here.

He looked about as the King arrived and then the Princess Aggnes... A mighty spectacle it has been, no? OHHHH.. look Westmorland's dragon has arrived!!!
Kalens laughed uproariously as the Red Pen of Doom vanquished the terrible dragon of the North..

He looked to the guests from Scotland, Now will be the wedding of King Cullan to Princess Aggnes.. I fear that after the wedding I will have to attend to my duties for the coronation proper. Make use of the Tudor-Hohenzollern pew... third row back to the right of the altar.. You'll have a lovely view of the coronation there and not so jostled.
He reached into a pocket and handed each of them a small pin that bore in enamel upon gold the combined crest.. the Hohenzollern eagle with the Tudor rose upon it's breast.
Just in case anyone questions.. which I doubt.
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Tahsa
Amethise wrote:


Amethise smiled on hearing of Bill offering baking tips; his baked goods were indeed famous in Mercia -- and perhaps further afield, for all she knew. "Well, you made a splendid job of it!" she replied, "I have simply never tasted better shortbread anywhere!"

Tahsa's enthusiasm was infectious, and Amethise couldn't help grinning in response, "A Dragon Disassembling Party back home would be an excellent idea… although it may need a much catchier name than that!" She chuckled, before adding, "Many years ago, before I became a weaver, baking was my first profession, and I have been known to produce a cake on occasion since then, although not very often, I must admit."

Following Tahsa's gaze, she looked up at the Abbey as they drew ever closer. "I have been here before for previous coronations and…" she hesitated to mention sad events on such a happy day… "state funerals…" recovering her spirits, she smiled, "but its sheer size and the beauty of the architecture always impress me, just as much as they did on my very first visit."

Smiling at Tahsa's warmth and kindness, as she gave away the remainder of her shortbread, Amethise checked her own basket; only a few pieces were left. On impulse, she handed the basket up to the driver of their wagon, but only after discreetly slipping a pouch of coins inside it -- the promised ale money for the two men, who had served them so well this day. "We may become separated shortly," she told him, "but we shall meet again after the ceremonies are over, to ensure that all is in hand for the journey back to Mercia." She smiled warmly at the two men. "Until then, please enjoy the festivities. Thank you so very much for all you have done -- your service today has been truly invaluable!"


Amethise told the driver and his heroic dragon tamer to enjoy the festivities as she handed them her basket of goodies. Tahsa nodded up at them and added Thank you ever so much for all your help!

As they got almost to the front of the Abbey, she began to look around hoping to catch anyone she knew. Thank you again Amethise, I've to meet someone up front here and Im afraid they are not within my sight. We shall get together and get the dragon disassembling day planned out soon. She smiled and waved as she headed in the direction of the Abbey.

Gasping as she saw the white dragon looming over head, she made her way towards the stairs hoping to find Alun.
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