Otter Creek — mithril —

he was ready.

no he was not.

he was.

but he wasn't!

jest git it done with, idjit!

gucci took in a deep breath, and exhaled with a grin.

"mah dear compatriots," the chihuahua began, as if speaking to a crowd not present, what deserved to be present to see this. this! "we 'ave gathered 'ere t'day tah see these two souls, th' best o' our kingd'm, brought t'gether in most holiest union."

"tavina, first face seen in pain or need, 'fter wound or worry, what boasts touch gentle as gossamer, wi' which many a bone's been properly set."

"nala, kind'st amongst us, wha' has found true callin' in service tah god benevolent 'nough tah match 'er peach-sweet heart!"

gucci sniffed.

( he felt as if senmut might be attempting to hurry him on at this point, but the man plowed on. )

"mah dearest frands! ah hafta ask each a-ya, e'en thought ah know th' answer, even thought e'ery star in this sky n flake on this ground does already-"

and sharply, he turned to nala first. a small mercy for tavina's nerves.

"nala! priestess o' hathor, do y' love this woman afore you?"

"will you accept her as wife, as partner in life, sickness or health, hell or high water?"

the man then turned to the woman who had been his friend, from first day to this.

"tavina! healer, do y'love this woman afore you?"

"will you take 'er as spouse, as wife, partner in life, sickness to health, skyfall or drought?"