Location: Nostra Signora del Paradiso on Epica
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Tags: Marcella Fiora
The Ceremony had been conducted without a hitch and now Antonio Borgias stood at the threshold of his church wishing the attendees their best. He leaned and quietly spoke to his verger, a young human girl in a flowing golden dress "Is that sixteen or seventeen this season?".
"Actually its eighteen, seventeen ceremonies, but there was that double wedding, the two brother, remember, at the start of the season."
"Ah yes, lovely ceremony that one, a little rushed for my tastes, I think the four of them were very pleased."
"They were, the two chaps in the second marriage sent that lovely letter didn't they. Oh, before the next batch of handshakes, the priest from the Kaisereich has arrived, she in the gardens for after the ceremony, I have advised your wife that you might be a little late."
"Thank you, that is perfect."
The archbeacon had his words cut off by a large gentleman from one of the marrying families grabbing his hand and shaking it, he felt a wad of credit notes arrive in his palm, the tips from the families here were huge, almost embarrassing, but they would fund several projects in the less fortunate areas of the parish so Antonio would not do anything to dissuade them. "Ashla be with you" he bowed his head respectfully.
After a few more minutes the last of attendees had left and Antonio was able to excuse himself. He removed his long robe so was just in a smart black trouser and suit combination with his Ashlan symbol hanging from his neck. Epica was a warm planet, wandering the gardens in full vestments would be too much. Antonio had been made aware that the Kaiserreich was sending a small envoy to aid with some humanitarian missions that were now funded. This woman was a few days ahead of the rest of the mission but he would be glad to meet her. She was a young Sister called Mariana, recently moved from the Order of the Sister's of Ashla onto the clergy, not a move that had been made before, but a very noble one.
Walking out the back door of church the bright sunshine walmed his face, a light mist from the sprinkers misted the air as he walked past a large rose bush that one of the gardeners tended to. He stopped very briefly to look at the flower heads they were very beautiful. Antonio had been on Epica for twenty years now and every day he still thanked Ashla for this jewel. Cant tarry too long, it would be terrible to make a bad impression on this young faithful. He continued down the gardens towards a pagoda that his staff would often direct his guests too. The perfect place to read a little holo-literature while you wait.
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