|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
Grandmother, mother, and daughter were gathered around the kitchen table at Gran's little cottage, drinking tea and catching up with each other's lives. "So, how are things going for you, darling?" Brin asked Marea. "Between the trial and the wedding planning, we haven't had much chance to touch base."
"Well, my bridesmaid's dress is chosen and waiting for the Arachne seamstress and designer who works out of the Sanctuary. It should coordinate with Istharé's, although they're not identical. However, right now Madame Helene is working on my Midnight Masquerade outfit."
"That's only where your cash is going," observed Ynarra sagely. "What about your free time?"
"If this is a subtle way of asking if I have a date already for the ceremony... well, not precisely... yet. Mark and I text a lot and talk on the phone, but I haven't been up to see him because I've been busy..."