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Oscar:  “A witch at the wedding, huh?” muses. Witches were beings of great power who dwelled in the shadows of the world. There were only three, and the blood of a witch ran through his veins. Their immense power was on par with that of the queen he would wed and their future children. However, Oscar believed individual strength, no matter how great, was not sufficient to change the world. He, his wife, and their children would one day fade into the annals of history, and the power of their lineage would weaken. To Oscar, this wasn’t unfortunate; it was merely the way of things. Someone knocked at the door, Oscar answered it, and a guest entered the study. It was Tinasha, clad in a white, knee-length dress.
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Tinasha:  When Oscar gaped at her, she flicked the skirts of her dress at him.
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Oscar:  “Is that your wedding dress? I can see your legs.”
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Tinasha:  “No, this is the same fabric, though. The dressmaker used leftover material from my fittings to make it for me. The real one is much longer.” She replies, twirling around. The skirt filled with air and flared out.
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Oscar:  A line appeared between Oscar’s brows. “You really are still a kid…”
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Tinasha:  “What? Why? Don’t you like it?”
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Oscar:  “Of course I do. It’s adorable.” He says, walking over to her. As she beamed at him, he lifted her into his arms and spun around with her just like he would with a small child.
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Tinasha:  She let out an almost feline yowl, not expecting that at all. Once she was set back down on the floor, she wobbled unsteadily into his chest. "What was that for?”
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Oscar:  “You looked like you wanted some attention.”
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Tinasha:  “I mean, I do… But not like that.” She pouted, cheeks puffing out.
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Oscar:  Oscar laughed. He scooped her up in his arms again and carried her over to his desk chair, where he settled her on the armrest and handed her some papers.
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Tinasha:  Tinasha read them over. “Arrangements for the wedding? Looks complicated.”
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Oscar:  “Don’t talk about it like it isn’t your wedding. Still, it’s true that we’re handling most of the work over here. All you need to do is show up and get married.”
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Tinasha:  But Tinasha was more concerned with another matter entirely. “What are you going to do about security? If all the mages from Tuldarr coming in will pose a problem, I can handle it.”
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Oscar:  “You don’t think you’ll be a bit preoccupied being the bride?” Oscar questioned dryly.
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Tinasha:  “Of course I will, but that doesn’t mean I can’t also handle security. I’ll set a spell to ban magic inside the cathedral."