Wandering the dirt paths of Makosa, Lazuli struggled to find something to occupy her bored mind. The crops didn't need harvesting, no buildings needed repairs, and she already been to the Aladran markets to check on her wares. Sitting down on the steps of an unoccupied house, Lazuli decided to read the letter she had received from Leasaur again, since she had nothing better to do.
As part of their deal, Leasaur was to send Lazuli regular letters each month or so. The purpose of the letters was to keep Lazuli's concerns at bay by ensuring her that Leasaur was well of body and mind. Letters being a simple sheet of paper with ink writing made it difficult to gage her honesty. Leasaur's penmanship, however, did remained fairly consistent throughout the last few months, implying she was alright for the time being.
The letters were always vague and cryptic, as usual, which was incredibly frustrating. She wished that for once Leasaur could be straight forward with her, like the night they opened up and exposed all their raw internal conflicts to each other. All she kept saying was that she 'found home' and was working on getting there. She didn't mention what that meant or where it was, or her pregnancy, which Lazuli was rather curious about. To her knowledge, births within the range of the Artifact were quite rare. Why bother making a legacy when you can maintain it yourself because you never die?
Folding the letter she slipped it back into its paper envelope and tucked it back into her satchel. Scanning the horizon Lazuli, considered a swim in the cool waters surrounding the island, since it was so bloody hot. Rising to her feet Lazuli set off towards tackle shop and dock, where Johnny spent his leisure time fishing. The water there was deep, so you could jump of the dock without much worry of hitting the coral bottom.
Things have been awkward between them of recent. Since her impulsive, cross-continent journey, there's been a feeling of distance in the air. Their shared meals were often silent; they even started eating alone. Johnny's over-protective concerns and Lazuli's desire to be independent made them clash for a while. Hoping that if they spent some quality time together they could perhaps find new ground a begin anew.
Leaning against one of the wooden pillars that supported the overhang of the tackle shop, Lazuli watched Johnny sleep in his chair. It would appear that the fish weren't biting in the scolding heat, so he must've dozed off. He sat slumped over, rod loosely dangling in his hand, fishing line fluttering in the wind. On a whim, Lazuli silently creeped up to him from behind, carefully avoiding the wooden boards she knew creaked.
Her hands hovered over his shoulders as she aligned them into position. With one mighty shove, Lazuli pushed Johnny's limp body into the still saltwater off the dock. Immediately he awoke from his slumber and started to thrash about, unsure of what was happening. When he realized he was in the sea he calmed himself and started treading water. Turning to Lazuli, who stood on the edge of the dock, laughing till her side ached, he scowled at her with general displeasure and, anger?.
"Not funny, Laz!" he tried to shout at her, but instead coughed up a few lungfuls of seawater.
"Then why am I laughing?" she retorted. Kneeling down Lazuli offered her half-drowned companion a hand to help heave him back onto the dock. Taking the offering Johnny wrapped his fingers around Lazuli's wrist. Using the leveraged provided by the post Johnny kicked off the dock, pulling her into the water for instead revenge instead of bring hauled out. "Hey!" she yelped seconds before plunging into the blue.
Even though Lazuli started the war, Johnny was intent on winning it.
They started to splash each other as they swam about. When one tried to escape back to the dock or towards the beach, the other would grab ahold and drag them back out to sea. It was childish, but neither cared. This was the first time in weeks that they didn't look at each other with muddled awkwardness. Who knew a carefree swim was all they needed to realize their behaviour and pass the rough patch?
Sharing a water breathing potion the dove down into the deeper waters, where they admired the colourful coral and tropical fish. As the effects of the potion began to wear off they returned to the surface. Noticing how far they swam out, Lazuli tried to swim back to shore, but Johnny stopped her. Grabbing her wrist he held her back, which began a playful wrestling match. When the wresting session transformed into passionate kissing, they became a pair lovesick teenagers. It was a moment of pure, uninterrupted joy.
Though the air was thick with lust, it was Johnny who stopped their impulsive romance. He stared into Lazuli's royal purple eyes for some time, a faint smile forming on his lips through his blond beard. "Marry me," he finally said.
His proposal took her off guard. Shocked her. All Lazuli expected from their swim was a rekindled bond that could grow into something new, not this. "What..." was all she could utter.
Digging around in the pocket of his jeans Johnny pulled out a thin, handmade, gold wedding band. "Marry me," he repeated. Before Lazuli could give him an answer, he went on a tangent of how he loved her so and almost losing her and needing her and was unsure if she loved him and so on. Stopping his seemingly endless rant with a kiss, Lazuli wrapped her arms around Johnny's neck.
"I've always loved you. I can't lose you either, because I need you too."
Just a few short weeks later, pews were being arranged on the large sandbar on the west side of Makosa. Guests from all the continents of Loka came to take part in the celebration. Makosa's peaceful attitude towards the rest of Loka meant it was respected, and usually undisturbed, by hostilities. This allowed all walks of life to collect in a neutral setting for once, where no weapons were drawn and no blood was shed.
Inside her windmill, the beautiful bride was being pampered by her two closest friends. While Leasaur, who left her hermit hole in the forest to attend the wedding, applied light makeup to Lazuli's features, Jedoi weaved lilacs into her long, blond hair. Instinctively, Lazuli tucked the curtains of gold behind her ear, away from her face, but Leasaur quickly swatted her hand away and fixed her hair. "You can go one day with your hair down," she scolded.
"But it gets in my way," complained Lazuli.
Placing the finishing touches, in the form of a bouquet of blue orchids, Lazuli's favourite flower, her friends guided her to a standing mirror. There they admired their handiwork of somehow transforming Lazuli, who didn't know what mascara was till that morning, into a blushing bride. She wore a flowing, empire waist dress made of white silk, pearls decorating a thin belt and straps. She didn't wear a veil, but she didn't need one; the purple blossoms in her hair were plenty.
After every guest took their seats, only to immediately rise, the ceremony began with the music of wind chimes, a fiddle, and a flute. Without any children to act as ring bearers or flower girls, the bride immediately took the aisle without a wedding party preceding her. Walking slowly through the sand, Lazuli's eyes were locked on her groom, who stood in his finest formal wear at an alter made of drift wood, vines, and an entire field of flowers.
When the aisle ended, Lazuli joined Johnny on a mat made of palm fronds as Cryptite, who was officiating the ceremony, began with a long monologue about Loka and the rarity of love found within it. Ending his speech with short summaries of the bride and groom's lives within the reach of the Artifact, he gestured to them with open hands. "I believe the bride and groom have prepared their own vows."
Speaking first, Johnny's vows were lengthy and romantic, reflecting on his chaotic life within the Artifact. He's been through times of war, times of peace, but in a world where one doesn't suffer the plight of time, everything melts into one jumbled mess. That all changed when he joined the Vanguard alliance, though. Suddenly, without warning, his monotonous life had value, had drive. And suddenly, it was gone. Ripped apart when Preksak's harvester destroyed the world, sending them astray again. Now, standing here, on Makosa, he had his life back, for the time being at least.
Unlike her soon-to-be husband, Lazuli's life, from her perspective, was extremely short, despite her longevity. She had little to say, as a result. When writing her vows Lazuli was unsure what to say, and the canvas remained blank until she stood at the alter. There, at the alter, she realized why she loved Johnny. She painted him as her rock, the sturdy foundation she needed to rein herself in when she strayed too far from the light.
As per request by Johnny, they partook in a wedding tradition from his homeland. The bride and groom drank wine from the same glass, then smashed it. The broken glass symbolized an unbreakable bond between them as no one else could drink from the glass afterword, which would poison the sanctity of their marriage.
Giving them permission, Cryptite stepped back a tad to allow the new couple to share their first kiss as man and wife. A roar of applause followed as their lips graced each other's, sealing their vows within a simple gesture of love. Running down the aisle, hand in hand, their wedding guests threw handfuls of sand at them as they left the ceremony.
About an hour later, after the pews were cleared, a banquet was held during the twilight hours of dusk. They feasted on spoils from every continent; from whole roasted pigs from Garama to bowls of pillowy mashed potatoes from Kalros, it was a certainly a celebration for the ages. When the sun slipped beneath the sea, fireworks were freed into the shimmering night sky, decorating the otherwise starry sea of black with a rainbow of explosive colour.
Soon the party began to part ways as they many of the guests began their long journeys home. Any who remained migrated to the Silver Dragon Inn to drink the rest of the night away. At some point, Lazuli and Johnny managed to escape the rave and enjoy a moment of serenity. Darting across the island they made a mad dash for the dark stretch of sand on the opposite side of Makosa.
There they walked, barefoot, along the sun-warmed beach, their toes sinking into the silky, golden sand. They meandered around in their drunken stupor, sometimes wandering into the cool surf, soaking their formal wear to the skin. While running away from a tumbling wave they collided into each other and fell into the sand, laying on top of each other as they bellowed with laughter.
Pulling a lilac out of her hair Johnny plucked the tiny flowers off the stems. The buds drifted down, landing on Lazuli's facial features. She tried to brush them away, but Johnny dropped the lilac and playfully pinned down her arms. In the light of a half-moon, Johnny looked down at Lazuli. His wife. A faint smile creeped across his lips just before his head dove down to kiss her.
Returning his kiss they laid there in the licking surf till dawn, truly sealing their vows till they were forced to resume their hard lives as Makosa's caretakers.