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Anna turned to face Gerald. "Have you seen my wedding dress?" she asked.
"No," he replied, "but I have a feeling I'm about to."
"Yes," said Anna, "come and take a look."
She led him across the room, halting at a dressing screen.
"Here it is," she declared.
He moved around the edge of the screen to view the green dress, noticing it was richly decorated with jewels and lace.
"Mercerian green," he noted, "how appropriate." He leaned closer, examining the details. "This embroidery is spectacular."
"Isn't it, though? The lace was my idea."
"Is that Elvish script?" he asked.
"It is," she replied, "sewn into the hem, along with Orc runes and Dwarvish letters. There's even some Saurian in there."
"Nothing for the Trolls?" said Gerald.
"They don't use a written language," said Anna, "other than ours, that is."
"You seem to have thought of everything," he noted.
"I did," she said, grinning.
Gerald noticed the excitement in her eyes. "Go ahead then, tell me what it is that has you so worked up."
"Look here," she said, pointing, "I had them embroider something special."
He examined the area to note a plant of some sort.
"Is that a weed?" he asked.
"No," she replied, "it's a Weldwyn Clover."
"We feed our horses clover," said Gerald.
"Hush now," she replied, "it's featured on their coat of arms. We must get used to the strange customs of our newest ally."
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