And after (comparatively brief) celebrations, there is the question of celebrants.
Isibel supposes her parents would probably like to be at the wedding. Lycaelon cannot be at this one because he would gaze at the groom and that is to wait until Aianon is awake, but he can be at the ceremony with the peal, which her parents will not likely attend. (They have learned bits and pieces of her interdimensional activities, over the years, but she does not plan to bring them to the party, where everyone will ask questions and everything will be so busy and crowded.)
She confers with her mother and father by brainphone. They can make time whenever it would be convenient for her and her beloved to be married, if she will pick them up.
Let's see.
Hmm. Perhaps Magania would like to do it.
[Magania, my beloveds are home again.]
[And Jane has recovered.] (This too was in her brainphone messages, when she checked them.) [And my dragon has turned into an elf and we would like to be married.]
[He can turn into anything he likes,] Isibel explains. [They went to another world and he gained the ability.]
[Perhaps I should have mentioned it sooner. At any rate, he can be an elf, and we are wearing betrothal pendants now, and he will probably accompany me wherever I go for the next several years at least, in small portable shapes, but today he is being an elf for purposes including marrying me.]
[I had hoped you might assist us. My parents - oh, and I ought to ask Liselen, although we will perform the ceremony all over again when there is next a Bell party and he could be at that one - will comprise the guest list.]
[Liselen, you have heard that my beloveds are home. I am going to marry them - well, Ansharil, in the elven style, and later the both of them with somebell else's help; perhaps you would like to be at both ceremonies.]
[Myself, my beloved, Magania, and my parents are all quite free in our schedules.]
[Well, then,] says Isibel, conferencing in everyone who will appear at the wedding, [there are no time constraints at all. Perhaps we should begin right now.]
[My enchanted village can certainly do it.] There is a platform suspended high in the trees, to which she teleports herself and Ansharil; it is currently unoccupied, but when she claps her hands and asks it for a feast, it sets about arranging one.
Isibel pets Liselen's mane. "That is kind. He can be at the other ceremony. If he were at this one he would distract the groom, alas." She supposes she should inform Lycaelon of as much. [We are planning to have two weddings. You can be at the other, after Bonding, if you still want to. My beloved thinks that should wait until after Aianon has finished with his nap, however.]
Isibel goes and fetches her parents.
It is lovely hair! Is this everyone? This looks like everyone. Isibel touches her pendant and smiles.