[Athilea Majiri]

She followed him, letting him hold her hand in whatever way suited him. The voices of their mothers drifted to her and a small smile played on her lips. It may not have been her choice, but she was certain that the ceremony would be beautiful.

Once they were in the garden she turned to look at him, but did not release his hand. Her eyes met his shyly and with her free hand she smoothed her skirts again, though they still did not need it. She seemed to consider her answer before she spoke.

Though she was soft spoken, there was a musical quality to her voice. "Y-yes." She paused and tried to calm herself, "Yes, my name is Atane. I only found out that was I to wed you 4 months ago." Her gaze dropped from his and then she finally looked around at the garden, "This is beautiful."

((Oh, that would be marvelous. XD))