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Mauve Shining Stone
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Dama: Well gee, look how late it is. Now if you’ll excuse us...
He elbows between guests and shimmies through to guide Yamelle to safety.
He scoops up his wife, bridal style; the crowd gasps. He underestimates her weight at first, but manages to keep his legs moving. Yamelle hasn’t been swept off her feet like this since...
...well, maybe not that long ago if we’re being honest.
Age has yet to catch up--and Dama is active enough to manage for just a little while. He awkwardly shuffles to the exit. Dama was never good at long goodbyes anyway.
Dama: I’ll, uh, come by to gather our gifts later. Thank you for the celebration.
Dama: I will keep your names in mind.
Yamelle: Guess this is goodbye, folks! See you all in the buff tomorrow!
The crowd murmurs amongst themselves as they quickly depart. The temple doors close with a KA-CHUNK before anyone has a proper reaction to stop them.
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