Palace Library

Abi hadn't ended up making it back to Morgan's chambers after she'd left the previous night to wander so that she wouldn't disturb her. She had started to go earlier, but there was some kind of commotion and she'd decided that it probably wasn't the best time for her to return; she didn't want to interrupt anything important. So, she had continued to wander until she found herself at the library. She would peer at the doors for a moment before finally deciding to enter; she loved to read but she didn't make it here very often. She usually settled with the books in Morgan's chambers.

When she entered she would let her gaze drift around the place, curious as to what might be on the shelves and such. After a moment of just standing there she would actually move towards the closest cluster of books, glancing over titles and occasionally pulling a book from the shelf as she tried to find something that interested her. She would make her way slowly around the library until she had finally found something; the history and traditions of old Irish wedding ceremonies. She hadn't originally been looking for something related to the wedding, but she'd caught sight of the book and knew she had to read it. So, after grabbing the book she would go in search of a comfortable place to read. Which was how she stumbled upon one of her ladies in waiting. When she caught sight of the girl leaning over a rather large book she couldn't help but laugh softly before moving to join her, "Interesting?" she would ask, gesturing to the book that the girl was reading.

She couldn't help but laugh softly at the girl's startled reaction, a grin splitting her lips, "I apologize, I didn't mean to startle you," she would say, though her tone was rather amused. When she heard the girl's response to her question she would shake her head, "Who cares? The only thing that matters is that it's interesting to you," she would assure the girl. She was just glad that she seemed comfortable enough to share that with her. When the girl showed interest in the book that Abi had chosen she would beam, "Yes, I figured it would help," she'd say with a shrug, though when the girl said that she should have done that she'd laugh, shaking her head. "No, it's not your wedding. If you want to spend your free time on yourself, then that is just fine with me," she would say with a smile. Upon hearing her last sentence Abi would grin, "It's not unfortunate," she'd assure her, "Though I'm glad you've found somewhere that you can. When one is with a sibling for too long they tend to behave less kindly towards their sibling," she would say, speaking from experience. When the girl moved her hands she would hardly notice; she didn't care what pleased the girl as long as she was happy, the rest was Alana's business.

Upon hearing the girl say that she wanted to know what was in her book she would grin, "Me too," she'd say with a wink; the kind of wink that an aunt gave to their niece or something, she wasn't flirting with the girl. When she said that she had a soft spot for weddings and the like she'd smile, only to shake her head as the girl began to apologize, "Oh no, it's fine," she would say quickly, wondering if she should just let the girl read the book herself. She would think about it for a moment before shifting so that she could set the book on the table and they would both be able to see it. Abi wasn't the kind of individual to deny somebody something that they truly wanted, unless it was dangerous or something like that.

She would open the book and let her gaze skim over the page, wondering if they would be able to find any inspiration. The girl had given her a few ideas the day before, but she would need more than just that to be able to pull off a wedding. She just wished that she could stand planning with her betrothed; she just didn't want to continuously hear the same thing, ' Whatever you want, Abi'. After a few moments she would glance at the girl, "Have you ever planned anything like this before?" she would ask curiously. She didn't think that she had, but one could never be certain unless they asked.

She would nod a bit when she said that she hadn't helped plan a full wedding before, biting gently at her bottom lip. She figured that she had helped with at least one for how much she knew, but when she said that she'd witnessed a lot Abi would smile. It made much more sense now. Upon hearing her talk about the wedding being unique she would laugh, closing her eyes tightly as she tries to refrain from making any louder noises. Once she was finished she would shake her head, "Oh jeeze... don't you think that the couple is unique enough?" she would ask, rather amused. She wasn't trying to put the girl down, but she didn't think that they could get much more unique than having the first same sex marriage. She would grow serious though, offering the girl a genuine smile, "Anyways, what are you thinking about to make it unique?" she would ask with a tip of her head. She knew that the girl had to have some sort of idea or something. Abi definitely wasn't the best when it came to stuff like this; if she knew the girl better she probably would have just given her full rein over the wedding planning.

When she heard the girl say that couples didn’t count she would laugh, “I suppose you’re right,” she would say with a shrug. She didn’t completely agree, though. She knew that herself and Morgan would probably be the most unique couple in Irish history; a Queen marrying her lesbian lover. When the girl commented about the horses thing she would wrinkle her nose slightly, not quite liking the idea. She wasn’t very keen on smelling horse crap while she was trying to share a special moment with her love, nor did she like the idea of one of the horses spooking, or anything like that. There were just too many variables in a situation like that. Though, when she said that she liked the idea of an outdoor wedding Abi would nod, liking this option a lot better than the last, “Actually, that’s actually a pretty good idea. We could have the ceremony in the Gardens,” she would murmur, chewing on her bottom lip as she tries to imagine how everything would work out. Upon hearing Alana say that she should work with a seamstress on her dress she would nod, though she didn’t know the first thing about where to even find a seamstress. She was more dependent on Morgan and other servants than she thought she was.

She would smile when the girl talked about having the wedding in the gardens, and about how it would be better than in some random field, “And that way we’re not killing so many flowers for decoration,” she would say. Bringing Morgan a bouquet of wild flowers every once in awhile was a lot different than supplying a royal wedding with flowers for decoration and whatnot. She would watch quietly as the girl pulled the book closer to her and began to flip through the pages, wondering if she would find anything interesting in there, though when she finally put it down and said that she couldn’t think of anything else to suggest she couldn’t help but laugh softly, “You’ve already helped a lot,” she would say with a grin, assuring the girl that she had done much more than she would have expected from somebody she’d just met yesterday. When she went on to remind her about making sure it was unique, and then to tell her to not let other people dictate how her wedding was set up she couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s kind of ironic,” she would grin, “I’ve enlisted your help, yet you’re telling me to not listen to people who want to change things,” she couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head slightly.

She couldn’t help but laugh when the girl started to tell her that there was a difference, and that she could stop taking her suggestions at any time that she wanted, and that she wouldn’t be offended. She hadn’t meant to make it seem like she didn’t want the girl’s advice, and she was so eager to convince her that she wasn’t trying to pressure her into certain ideas that she was rather amused by it. When Alana finally stopped she would grin at her, shaking her head a bit, “I didn’t mean it that way. It was just something that I found amusing,” she would admit with a shrug, “I value your opinions on my wedding greatly,” she would say with a smile. She would reach out to gently pat the other girl’s shoulder in a reassuring manner, “I don’t think that you’re demanding things at all. And you have offered some truly fantastic ideas,” she would say with a nod, trying to convince the girl that she wasn’t trying to suggest that she was being annoying or something. Because she found Alana to be quite the opposite; the girl was actually quite interesting and chalk full of intelligent ideas and creative concepts.