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Who: Open to Everyone
What: Mercy and Clay’s Wedding!!!!
Where: Pack House
When: 12 pm noon until the party ends
Warnings: None.
Status: Open to Everyone, In Progress

Spring Solstice was here. The Super Worm moon was ringing it in. And that was a special omen in Mercy’s book. She might have once leaned towards a more christian faith, but she had begun to embrace her father’s beliefs, hard to deny the Great Spirits when your father was one, and she’d learned more about Native beliefs in general since then. It felt like a good start to a marriage to her.Though, from the back, in the treeline, not able to scented, or seen except those who could see spirits, a ghost of Coyote sat and watched among the trees. Vanishing into the air as the party wore on. Was it real, or not?

The pack house had been aflutter with activity all morning, while Mercy would have preferred to get married at sundown she had realized it was a full moon, so she made sure everything was on time for noon. Ere had brought all the flowers over the last two days, and had conned a few of the men into helping her put up the arch. She had carefully added some feather details among the flowers early that morning. The yard was strung with lights for the evening, the main table’s center pieces were laid out, the picnic tables all were decorated down the middle with similar flowers, and other tables had center pieces.

A board had been propped up for people to sign instead of a guest book. The place was very natural looking, with very few real decorations. She’d opted to keep it pretty plain and simple. They weren’t complicated people, and they had no desire to make their wedding complicated.

The ceremony had been simple: short and sweet, with Jesse Custer officiating. Mercy had caved and wore a dress of white and blue and red, beaded in a traditional native style, but american enough to still look like a wedding instead of Mercy in jeans and a t-shirt. She’d tried to dig her heels in and not wear a dress but Evie had compromised with her and the skirt turned into pants for later in the day. Mercy had tried to make the colors and flowers a mix of spring and winter, as she’d picked the Solstice for a reason. It was very important to one part of her and she wanted to honor her father’s heritage even if he wasn’t there today. She carried a bouquet no less, of white roses and lilac blossoms, which Eretria had had to bother Klara to help get to bloom. Her long dark hair was braided back loosely with egret and eagle feathers woven through it. The egret feathers were a gift from her father while she’d been out in the Quest. She’d surprised Clay with the rings though she’d add hers to the necklace she wore at work with her engagement ring.

The reception was a true Pack Party - though this time it had a pretty cake to go with it. It also had, to everyone’s annoyance with her, Mercy Brownies were stacked up too. There was food of every type and flavor - it wouldn’t be a real party if Clay wasn’t grilling, and mercy hadn’t made brownies. If you could eat it, or have had it at the parties before, it was here. There were heaps of treats from baked goods to roast and grilled meats, and drinks for kids and adults alike. There was wine from Garin's stock, as it was his gift to Mercy, so it was damn good wine, too.

But as a surprise before food was announced, Anna Latham, the quiet wolf that kept to herself got up and stood on one of the picnic tables with her cello. She cleared her voice and smiled nervously, she was still not comfortable at the center of attention. “This is a piece of home for Mercy, as Bran can not be here for her. It is one of his favorites.” another nervous smile, but she put bow to string and began to play, and then sing. Her voice was pure, and it was made for the old shaker hymn, it wasn’t very long, and it was elegant. She let the notes die slowly before she stepped off the table and was nearly knocked over with a Mercy hug. When it was all over, food was laid out, and the real party began.