Tamamizu's wedding finery was a garland of gardenias and pink carnations draped over their usual palace garb, and their attendants were sparrows chirping like the chiming of bells. Other than that it was only them and their thoughts, as torii gates gave way to towering pines.
Am I worthy of this? Do I want this? Maybe I should just shed this guise, claim my fur again and run off into the woods.
They weren't going to do that - they loved their Emperor and Lady too dearly - but they couldn't deny the uncertainty twisting in their belly as they walked. Marriage and vows and such were for mortals - they weren't meant for this. Was this right?
Even as they thought the words, the sunshine started to glitter as the skies blessed the forest with a fine, misty rain.
Smiling, Tamamizu turned their face up to catch it. Now it was right.
Tale of Tamamizu
Am I worthy of this? Do I want this? Maybe I should just shed this guise, claim my fur again and run off into the woods.
They weren't going to do that - they loved their Emperor and Lady too dearly - but they couldn't deny the uncertainty twisting in their belly as they walked. Marriage and vows and such were for mortals - they weren't meant for this. Was this right?
Even as they thought the words, the sunshine started to glitter as the skies blessed the forest with a fine, misty rain.
Smiling, Tamamizu turned their face up to catch it. Now it was right.
(Follows/precedes this fill, source this vid (relevant bit starts at 4:00). References the Japanese language of flowers (although I'm pretty sure that's an anachronism for this setting, lol) and 'the foxes' wedding', the Japanese term for a sunshower.)