Avalon was terrified. She could not move. She could not think. Was she breathing? Was her heart still beating? She knew that the debacle that was her "wedding day", was happening. In fact, it was taking place right now and SHE was in it, she was the REASON for it. But, it wasn't until that moment, that the gravity of this travesty of romance fell upon her. The weight was so great, that it was crushing her beneath a mountain of fear, anguish, and a feeling of something that she could not explain...a something that she could not put into words.

...she was speechless.

When the priest called her name, she had heard him, both times, but the words he uttered, were words that she did not understand. It was as though he had been speaking in an alien language. It wasn't until she felt the soft, warm hand of someone caressing her cheek, that she started to regain her senses. The touch was soothing and comforting, so much so, that when the hand that was steadying her nerves, gently turned her head to face them, she did not resist.

Big, wide, beautifully, captivating eyes were staring at her. She was certain that the person that placed their other equally soothing hand on her other cheek, was peering into the very depths of her soul. It was at that moment that she realized that her face was no longer secluded behind the shadow of her veil. It was up and gently resting atop the strawberry-red locks that crowned her head. With it gone, the golden eyes of the one who must have been some sort of blessed healer, were able to meet hers.

The "healer" continued to look at her, or was it, within her? Surely it was the latter, for when the gentle one softly pressed their lips to hers, instantly, she was calm. It was alright, everything was alright.