While Bert might have hovered, Trillium stormed. In the hugely floofy pink dress, buoyed up by a gigantic crinoline, she was a cumuloonimbus of righteous indignation as she thundered onto the landing. The massive dress swished around her in a pattern of movement all its own as she walked.
"Bert! Are you sure about this fiance of yours?" she demanded loudly. "Look at what she's making me wear! I feel like a giant puff pastry! Covered in lots of pink frosting and... and... sprinkles!" In fact, the dress was also adorned with jewel-like bits of pink glass embroidered in the bodice and train. What on earth, Trillium wondered, would the bride's dress look like?
She harumphed, a rather flouncy gesture in the dress, then jumped up and pinched Bert's other cheek. "Oh, look at you, though!" she mimicked their mother. "So handsome! Maybe because you don't look like a giant garish cloud!"
For all her bellyaching, Trillium didn't look unhappy for her brother. Though whether or not she'd admit it depended greatly on her mood at that moment, Trillium adored her older brother and was happy about the marriage as long as he was. Though she was, perhaps, a bit jealous that there would be a new woman who would be the primary focus of his attention. She'd gotten used to seeing her older brother as her constantly-present sounding board for whatever she felt like complaining about, or dreaming about, or expounding on on any given day.
Well, she was nice enough, Trillium supposed. Even if her taste in dresses was atrocious.
"Mom's right, though," she chirped, rubbing Bert's stomach impetuously. "Better eat up! You've got a long day ahead of you, big brother!"
While the household was bustling busily with wedding preparations, outside, in the still-dim early morning streets of Uthlyn, another figure was making preparations of their own.
((OOC: Oh my goodness, so sorry about the gigantic delay in this!))
