"Wake up wake up wake up!"
It's mostly American custom, because Adarin doesn't feel much fondness for his own and is of the opinion that Isabella's parents should feel at home with it. The one thing about Kystle weddings he does keep is that at the end of the ceremony, he and Isabella let two little golden candle holders (complete with lit candles) out onto the water. They're actual gold (alloyed with other metals), because they are absurdly rich by now. They are allowed to flaunt it a little.
Their rings are miniaturized magic mirrors with the strongest spells for 'do not ever break from distance apart or being hit' Adarin can manage. He's fond of having them the minute they're on. Useful, thoughtful, pretty, with just a large heaping of gooey romantics on the side.
Then they're married.
Isabella is in white (but it's silks, like the kind she wore to go for separation, not really a dress). Because Tradition. She is immensely pleased to have the rings. And to have Adarin. And to be kissed-because-bride.
He keeps giggling at the wedding reception.
Path keeps doing his best to kiss Vern despite the fact that there are beaks involved. It's more billing than anything else.
Vern is so supportive of this attempt to kiss. If it fails, they will preen each other, it's very low risk. Also adorable.
Adarin will hug them both if given the chance and only be a little bit sad that his dad isn't here. It's a happy day, he will not be sad that his father isn't here to see him get married.
Adarin is maybe going to be hanging around Isabella as much as possible, holding her hand and grinning at her. Occasionally giggling.
Eventually the reception is over!
And now it is their wedding night!
What ever might they do with it?
Then Adarin will let her know that he has invented some interesting spells and has a mostly full store of mana. He hopes she likes them, they are just for her.
Well. Well. This is fascinating. Are these untried spells? They should experiment. Can't let magical inventions go untested.
(It will be a very nice night.)
(A lot. The answer is a lot.)
It is two months (and many portals and a staffing overhaul and numerous immortalizations) later when -
Well, this time it's at least a civilized hour, not six in the morning. It is in fact two in the afternoon.
"I DID IT THE ALETHIOMETER SAYS I DID IT I HAVE IT RIGHT THIS TIME GODDESSES ALL I HAVE IT" hollers Isabella from her workroom upstairs.
Adarin declines to holler. They have rings that talk to each other. "By 'it,'" asks Adarin, taking stairs three at a time, "do you mean resurrection?"
"What do you need?" he asks, breathless and excited.
"Oh goddesses a list of herbs as long as my arm and the poem's soooo long and I have to tweak the scansion to incorporate the resurrectee's name on a per-occasion basis and there's two different parts where I have to sacrifice things, not just one, although I'll be able to do birds this time it doesn't have to be deer, and the diagram will be so fucking huge but it will work."