isolt griffin
I'm more alive than I've ever been
The avenue that they had shared on their journey to this moment had been a lengthy one, the terrain not always kindly and the path at times overgrown and made all but impassable by the twisting, thorned vines of doubt and trepidation. They had lost one another for a time, and yet even in seemingly endless darkness of their solitude they had found that they both had continued on the path set before them for neither, it seemed, was able or willing to forfeit the undying hope that they might one day find themselves here.
And now, at the end of that long road, does Isolt meet him here, the beginning of an entirely new journey and a life brimming with bountiful passion and timeless love spread out in a etherreal landscape before them.
Her hands slide easily into the embrace of her lover's, the tremendous weight of the moment hardly lost on the young woman as the officiant moves forward to address the crowd now gathered in their tidy rows. Hardly does Isolt attend to the words of the man beside them, reciting the vows he prompts her with with an air of polite responsiveness, though her thoughts are only truly upon her husband in these moments. In truth, the cerulean haloes of her eyes only drop from his for the fleeting few moments that it takes for her to ease the ring that she had chosen for him unto his finger. As her eyes rise to meet his again, a smile as broad and beaming as ever it could have been blossoms readily upon her upturned features.