"Getting ready for you." for un_love_you
Mab walked out from behind the privacy screen in a dress of shockingly simple white. There would be no snickering at the sight of a bride everyone knew was pregnant that no one could remember ever being a virgin. She was the Winter queen, white was a color she always had the right to wear. But it was so simple, this eggshell white sheath that skimmed her body without seeming overly revealing, flaring into a three foot train. simple and elegant from the front, though strapless. When she turned, the fact that it was backless would have been tasteless if it weren’t for the nature of the woman wearing the dress. Fortunately, it was not yet finished.
She walked to stand on the dais in the middle of the room of mirrors, arms out and spread slightly. The lace makers came in, creatures that looked undeniably like spiders for all their humanoid shape, skin black and shining. They spin the lace from sources unseen, forming a pattern like the ferns of frost on a window, filling the open back with elegant patterns transitioning into a high collar and long sleeves and then coming down the front of the bodice ever so slightly. They moved again, adding a similar pattern along the hem of the garment, no more than a few inches at the bottom. Satisfied with their work on the dress, they looked to her for her approval, provided by a silent nod, they began work on the veil.
Rather than the stretching, heavy lace of dress, the veil was light and fine enough to stir in the breezes. It was slow work, finishing to be weighted down with the smallest of seed pearls, just enough at the edges to keep it from being blown away. The lace was lowered over her head so that she might see the result. Her features were obscured, but undeniable beneath the lace, softened, more beautiful for what was imagined rather than seen. And she considered what she’d look like.
There would be no jewelry, no diamonds in this day save her ring. Too many knew them to be the mark of her sorrows. She had considered opals, but they were so inconsistent, depending on water to shine. Pearls in her ears, braided into her hair, pulled up and back. Pearls were something beautiful and precious that came from something unpleasant. Fitting enough analogy. And softer, understated, fitting for her mood.
Content in her decision she nodded and the veil was removed carefully, put in storage for the time being. The dress was easier, the lace makers offering a little will and allowing it to stretch and her to escape. Just as carefully, it was put into storage. Undergarments were removed just as carefully. Everything would be ready and waiting. For the easy part, anyway.
She walked to stand on the dais in the middle of the room of mirrors, arms out and spread slightly. The lace makers came in, creatures that looked undeniably like spiders for all their humanoid shape, skin black and shining. They spin the lace from sources unseen, forming a pattern like the ferns of frost on a window, filling the open back with elegant patterns transitioning into a high collar and long sleeves and then coming down the front of the bodice ever so slightly. They moved again, adding a similar pattern along the hem of the garment, no more than a few inches at the bottom. Satisfied with their work on the dress, they looked to her for her approval, provided by a silent nod, they began work on the veil.
Rather than the stretching, heavy lace of dress, the veil was light and fine enough to stir in the breezes. It was slow work, finishing to be weighted down with the smallest of seed pearls, just enough at the edges to keep it from being blown away. The lace was lowered over her head so that she might see the result. Her features were obscured, but undeniable beneath the lace, softened, more beautiful for what was imagined rather than seen. And she considered what she’d look like.
There would be no jewelry, no diamonds in this day save her ring. Too many knew them to be the mark of her sorrows. She had considered opals, but they were so inconsistent, depending on water to shine. Pearls in her ears, braided into her hair, pulled up and back. Pearls were something beautiful and precious that came from something unpleasant. Fitting enough analogy. And softer, understated, fitting for her mood.
Content in her decision she nodded and the veil was removed carefully, put in storage for the time being. The dress was easier, the lace makers offering a little will and allowing it to stretch and her to escape. Just as carefully, it was put into storage. Undergarments were removed just as carefully. Everything would be ready and waiting. For the easy part, anyway.