Friends.
Enemies.
I am wearing a long dress of white, a veil made of mesh covering my face. I can see through the material well, and I spot Aster standing in front of my field, dressed in black and white. It looks odd against the golden and brown of the flowers but the sight is one I want to keep in my mind.
This would make our love official as I had been told by Heather, my greatest human friend thus far, that such a ritual would always been seen as the permanent knot connecting our hearts. I think it too showy, too much to prove a love, but I go along with it. I feel beautiful and Aster agrees, whispering those words to my ear as the preacher begins to speak loudly and clearly, that we be together through sickness and health, life and the rest 'til we part at death.
I do not wish to part from him at any moment, no matter what the man in white robes tells me.
