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Dressed in an almost creamy, off-white dress, decorated with flowers and ornaments from her home, Margaret was getting more and more fidgety as the wedding progressed. It wasn’t the vows that were making her this nervous, she was sure of her choice and what to say. Rather, it was the ceremonial gift that was giving her the anxious itch. After all, what would Dylas think of it?
Dylas, dressed in a sharp, dark blue suit, was staring at his soon-to-be wife with curiosity. He was probably only picking up on her restlessness now, because he had been bashfully shy for the majority of this ceremony, his eyes wandering around every few seconds. However, they always landed back on Margaret.
That observation calmed her a little, a glowing smile spreading across her face, smooth and seamlessly. Dylas flushed pink and glanced at Venti, who was smirking like a twelve-year, know-it-all kid, even as the Native Dragon continued progressing the ceremony. Dylas couldn’t help but scowl a little at Venti, and Margaret giggled. Her nerves were eased even more.
“Now, it is time to exchange the wedding gifts.”
Behind Dylas was Arthur, holding his gift for her, and behind Margaret, Frey was holding hers. Margaret turned to Frey, and Frey handed over the box adeptly – it was long and thin, so it would be hard to maneuver without inevitably hitting something or someone. It was pretty obvious what it was, but when Dylas opened it, his eyes still widened with sparkling surprise.
It was a fishing rod. Margaret when on to explain, and somewhat bashfully, “I know you’ve been eyeing that fishing pole for a while now. I thought maybe with a newer rod that doesn’t look like it’s on its last legs, you could teach me how to fish better. That way, we could spend more time alone together.”
Dylas was touched, Margaret knew, because though it looked like he was scowling, it was just his way of fighting off the tears that were dangerously close to spilling. Dylas carefully placed the lid back on the box of the rod, and, with less grace, handed it back to Arthur as Arthur gave Dylas his present to Margaret. Once the switch had been made, Dylas handed the box to Margaret.
Margaret gazed curiously inside to see it was full of blank sheet music and several pens. However, one pen was different from the rest. She pulled out that pen and saw that there were words engraved on it. If memory served, this was a lyric from one of her own songs.
Dylas cleared his throat, his gaze only slightly averted. “Meg, I know you’re always complaining about having to buy more paper and pens for your music. That pen I had engraved with the song that made me realize that I was in love with you.”
Not a man of many words, still the words he did say made an impact. Margaret couldn’t help tearing up at the sentiment behind the pen, and vowed, right then and there, in her heart, that she would treasure that pen for the rest of her life. Her smile bloomed, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and blushed.
“I love you, Dylas.”
“I love you, too, Meg.”