[She's right. She's the Vessel-Bride. And according to the priests, she will change everything. The Lord has been prepared very well for this wedding night, over a period of months. They had to teach him how the ritual would go, with his bride in a body that he's entirely unfamiliar with. He still isn't sure how much he understands it.
But she wants him to get on with it, and she's right. He may as well. The sooner they do, the easier this will be.
His mass crawls over the altar, engulfing it partially, so that one long tendril of him can gently wrap around her and pluck her effortlessly off the ground. He was told to be gentle, so he does not squeeze or hurt. He merely holds her in midair as though in the palm of a massive hand, and then, experimentally, other tendrils pull her arms apart so that two more can open her robe.]
no subject
But she wants him to get on with it, and she's right. He may as well. The sooner they do, the easier this will be.
His mass crawls over the altar, engulfing it partially, so that one long tendril of him can gently wrap around her and pluck her effortlessly off the ground. He was told to be gentle, so he does not squeeze or hurt. He merely holds her in midair as though in the palm of a massive hand, and then, experimentally, other tendrils pull her arms apart so that two more can open her robe.]