Oh god. Oh crap. "We're late!" Blaidd whined, willing the darn car to go faster, in his tux, Tigato sitting bewside him, wearing his own tux, his seatbelt buckled, his teeth clenched, his eyes wide, his ears laying back, his tail fluffed and his hands gripping the plastic, black dashboard in a death-grip. Blaidd spun the light blue mini around the corner with such ferocity it almost went on two wheels. He was beginning to hiot 60 in a 30 zone. "Slow down!" Tigato wailed, his amber eyes screwing shut. A car honked at them, Blaidd stuck his hand out the window, made an obscene gesture, pushed the pedal as far it would go and then slammed on the brakes, stopping infront of a park. "Suuuue!" Tigato whimpered, holding the back of his neck. "Shut up." Blaidd growled. He was extreemly edgy today. "I'l see you in a court of law!" Tigato whined, until he had a hand connect with the back of his head.
"Just get in down and make sure everythings ready." Tigato nodded once and sped off across the grass. Blaidd began pacing, until Shy arrived. He stopped, swallowing hard, watching her closeley. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He smiled. Nothing more to be expected of his mother. She ran at him, grabbing him and dragging him into a hug. "My baby boy!" she whined against his shoulder. "Mum!" He yowled, blushing. "Your messing up my suit and making it wet..."
"Sorry. Sorry...." Blaidd saw two streaks of black down her cheekls, her lips were redder....Was she wearing make up? And she straightened her hair? "Ma'...You didn't have to-"
"Shut up! Its your wedding day!" Blaidd blushed again. "Go across the park, theres a white arch and two cherry trees, there should be pews." Shy nodded once and sped off. Someone else arrived, withdrew a hair brush, combed his hair, stuffed a red rose into the oocket of his jacket, patted his shoulder and went off.
That was what he was wating for. He then went on his own way.
The pews were set up, a reverend standing beneath the arch. The arch was actually made of the deepest wood he could find, a dark mahogany. It was white with the flowers that blossomed on the vines that grew up it. Blaidd felt a blush flow across his face. He straightened hios bow tie and his collar. Shy had fixed herself up, now wearing a deep red dress, almost maroon, her hair tied up into a sloppy bun and growling at the men who began to leer at her. Blaidd smiled slightly and stood beneath one of the cherry blossoms, petals fluttering down, some catching in his hair. He took in a deap breath, attempting to calm his trembling hands.
