Eileen Wilks - Cyncerely Yours

It was a warm, sunny morning in Washington, DC. Scraps of white fluff trailed across the bare dome of the sky, a lacy lingerie more tease than cover. The air was damp and fragrant; the grass was just damp.

It had rained yesterday. Rain was forecast for tomorrow. But it was not raining this morning. Cullen regarded it all wet grass, sweet-smelling air, blue sky with exhilarated wonder. No r ain, he pointed out to his best man. " They were predicting rain, you know.

True, Rule said. It ha s remained true every time you've mentioned it.

So he was repeating himself. So what? He was getting married. A man could be foolish on his wedding day was intended to be foolish, perhaps, on this one day, when past and future hinged on a moment that was nearly here. Nearly now.

Nearly, dammit. Cullen was not good at waiting. I should have gone. When she called--

You think Cynna and Lily can t handle a flat tire?

They shouldnt have to, dammit! Not today.

Which is why they took a taxi the rest of the way. A taxi that is pulling into the parking lot now.

Cullen sighed in relief. At last. Cynna was with Lily, and of course Rule knew where Lily was. The two women would head straight for the ladies' room where Cynna would put on her gown.

Ive seen you jumpy before, Rule said, but you remind me of a Mexican jumping bean this morning. Scared?

Of course. Cullen waved that away as irrelevant.. I'm not stupid.

Everyone was here but the bride and maid of honor. The priest waited at the fallen log they'd chosen as their alter. The guests stood talking quietly, not sequestered into his and her sides of the aisle as they would be in a more traditional wedding. Cullen didn't mind the omission of formal seating, though he resented the reason for it. The park authorities had been overruled about holding a wedding here, so they'd asserted themselves in typical bureaucratic fashion: no chairs allowed. No tables, either, so the food and drink for after the ceremony was parked in coolers over by the trees.

Cullen wanted badly to move. How long can it take to put on a dress?

Rule smiled. You can ask?

Okay, dumb question. But Cynna wasnt doing makeup. She seldom wore it anyway, and she'd liked the Wiccan practice Cullen mentioned of coming naked to their marriage. She'd decided to leave off all the chemical additions hair gel, makeup, and such in a symbolic baring, since the literal sort would have made most of their guests uncomfortable, not to mention Father Michaels. The priest was less hidebound than most, but nude ministers would exceed his tolerance.

Ministers. That's how the Church saw Cullen and Cynna as the ministers of the ceremony, with the priest being the chief witness or celebrant. Cullen was anything but Catholic, but he had a solid appreciation for the Church's grasp of ritual. He liked the idea that he and Cynna would minister the ceremony.

He liked the idea that they would be life-bound in the eyes of Cynna's Church even more. I don t see what's taking her so long.

She just arrived, Cullen.

What is the significance of the wedding dress? A cool mental voice inquired.

Does it have a ceremonial function?

The voice belonged to the only guest who wasn't standing. Mika sprawled forty feet away from the cluster of human guests, a startlement of ruby scales in the green grass. His head rose well above the grass on the muscular stem of his neck, the great eyes focused on Cullen.

Mika was the reason they were here rather than a more conventional setting. The dragon was curious about human mating rituals, so he'd graciously granted Cullen and Cynna permission to hold their wedding at the park, since he insisted on attending. Not that this section of Rock Creek Park was his in the eyes of its human keepers, but the authorities were disinclined to argue with the dragon.

Cullen looked at Mika not in the eyes, of course, because he'd left down one of his shields so he could use mindspeech, and it might be possible for the dragon to enspell him. Probably not, but why take chances?

It took a moment to gather his thoughts sufficiently for coherent mindspeech.

Some wedding dresses have a ceremonial aspect a veil that is moved aside to symbolize the baring of the bride to her groom, for example. Or the color white, which in western tradition symbolizes purity or virginity. The chief function of Cynna's wedding dress, however, is to celebrate her beauty and sexuality.

You are wearing white, the dragon observed. You are neither pure nor virginal.

Does the color have another meaning?

Figuring out what he should wear had been tricky. Cynna hadn't cared, but he did. A tux would look ridiculous in this setting and a suit would feel fake, pretending to a respectability he had no interest in claiming. Yet jeans were out, too. Jeans would say this day was nothing out of the ordinary.

In the end, he'd decided to wear simple drawstring trousers in white linen. No shirt. " White is also the color of endings and beginnings. I'm doing both today.

That you are, Rule murmured, yet I feel I m coming in at the end of the conversation.

He'd spoken aloud, dammit. How embarrassing. Embarrassment annoyed Cullen. " I was talking to Mika.

Ah. Is he impatient, also?

Dragons are too damned Zen for impatience. It's. . . His attention drifted to the path that led to the parking lot. A few guests had been late to arrive, it seemed three men, all in suits though the invitation specified casual wear. Must be people Cynna worked with.

Hey, wait. Cullen frowned. Wasn't that Asshole Number Two? Cynna didnt invite him, he said definitely.

Who?

The one in the bad suit and green tie. He . . . Cullen's voice trailed off as he noticed what the man what was his name? Baxter ? was saying about Cynna.

Cullen.Rule made hi s name a warning. Obviously he'd heard the asshole, too.

Ill be right back, Cullen said, delighted to have something to do.

The ladies room at Rock Creek Park in Washington, DC might not be the glam setting some women lusted after for the final primp session on their wedding day, but Cynna had no complaints. It was clean, wasn't it? Mostly clean, anyway. The lighting sucked, but she wasn't planning to wear makeup, so that didn't matter.

Quickly Cynna tugged off her t- shirt, then stepped out of her shoes. " How's our time?

You re fine, Lily said, bending to pick up clothes as fast as Cynna discarded them. Naturally she folded them. Lily did stuff like that. " They aren't going to start without you.

A grin slapped itself across Cynna's face. Guess they won t.

She'd been grinning all morning. And rushing. Crazy at it seemed, she was in a hurry to get herself married to Cullen Seabourne. Most of her haste was due to sheer, bubbling happiness. Not all.

Uh . . .

What? Cynna took a bath mat out of her tote and spread it on the floor. She dug into her tote again, this time for the vial of sea water.

I hadnt realized the spell turned you blond elsewhere. It didn't affect your eyelashes and eyebrows.

Cynna glanced down. " Weird, isn't it? I haven't gotten used to being blond down there. Looks like dandelion fluff , huh? But the contrast with the tattoos is kind of cool.

Before leaving Edge, she and Cullen had been visited by the Rohen liege. There were complicated political reasons that Theil couldn't reward them for their part in saving her world at least, that's what Cullen said. Cynna didn't get human politics, much less the sidhe version, so she took his word for it. Still, Theil had found a way to express her appreciation. It was sidhe custom to gift expectant mothers, and tradition called for two presents one magical and one physical.