"Well, I rather think I would prefer something simple I think, which would Anaxian."
She took a sip from her wine glass.
"Now Gioran weddings have far more in common with Bastian traditions. Though marrying for love is uncommon, marriage is more often political. Which I never agreed with, I still do not."
She smiled at Niccolette, recalling her outburst on the subject the night they had first met.
"However, as for traditions well both bride and groom must only wear white, gold or silver. Any other colour is deemed tasteless."
Genevieve made a face and took a sip of wine.
"I never liked white, makes me look like a ghost."
She laughed.
"Other than that, let me see. Ah yes, I recall that the bride and groom can not see each other for ten days leading up to the ceremony. It’s all very religious and spiritual. Although one part I rather liked, the bride and groom are covered in quartz dust. Sounds ridiculous, but it does lend the proceedings mystic air."
A mischievous glint came into her green eyes and she grinned then.
"Well in Gior having more than one partner is not frowned upon, in fact having two mothers is seen as most fortuitous. We are creatures of impulse, Giorans that is. As my mother was fond of saying ‘Do not let your emotions rule you, but do not ignore them either’. My father he was very Ananxian in his thinking however."
She laughed a little bitterly then.
"Perhaps I favour my Gioran heritage too much at times. As for a husband or a wife, why must one choose?"
She laughed again, but this time there was no bitterness and her grin was back, she took up her cutlery again. and continued eating, the food really was excellent.