Wee Winged Wedding

[Play Marriage] //tooltip: "You might not be able to have an official ceremony, but you can do your best."
//requires a ring, only once per harpy daughter
You fiddle with the ring in your hands, looking at your cute, fluffy daughter as she hops around a short ways away. Your little girl is lost in a world of her own, and you can hardly imagine what she must be getting up to in her imagination. The way she giggles every once in a while as she jumps from one foot to the other makes you [if (ischild) {desperately want to join in|almost feel like a kid again}], but you shake your head and remember your intention: you want to marry your daughter, or at least do something similar.

[if (ischild) {You're not even of marriageable age yourself|She's certainly a bit younger than anyone who got married back in Ingnam}], but you want to demonstrate your love all the same, and you imagine that she'll enjoy the ceremony itself more than anything. You [walk] over[if (tallness >= 60) { and if [if (singleleg) {lower yourself|squat}] down}], calling for your daughter.

The harpy chick dashes over in a heartbeat, abandoning whatever flight of fancy she was caught up in favor of playing with you. The gesture might not mean much, but it warms your heart all the same, bolstering your confidence to extend the ring and ask if she'd marry you.

[say:Whassat?] she responds, obvious confusion on her face even as she strains upwards on her little feet in excitement, her eyes jumping back and forth from the ring to you. You suppose that most of Mareth's inhabitants wouldn't know about marriage, let alone harpies, who seem to have a very different social structure. However, this only makes you more eager to show her what a wedding is—it'll be that much more special.

Your feelings must be evident, because your daughter grows a smile to match your own expression, and she only gets happier when you start to explain what you mean to her. You tell her that it's an intimate gathering where two people go to demonstrate their love for each other before the whole world. A bunch of their friends and family show up, and everyone has a good time dancing, talking, and sharing in the experience. It's really a magical time, and you realize at this point that you need say no more—the harpy's eyes are as big as saucers already.

[say:And we can do that together, [Daddy]?] she exclaims with a little hop. [say:Why didn't we do it before?]

You can't help but be touched by her enthusiasm, so you answer that she's right, but that that only means you have to make up for lost time. There's not a second to waste; you take her [if (!ischild) {tiny }]hand in yours[if (ischild) {—just the right size for you—| }]and set off, leading her over to a suitable spot by your campfire.

[say:So how do we start?] she asks, now looking a little nervous about the affair. You suppose that you don't really have most of the things that make a wedding good—no music, no dress for [if (isfeminine) {[if (wearing dress) {the other|either}]|the}] bride, no flowers, not even a cake—but all the same, what's truly important is the feelings shared. You don't need anything to love your daughter.

But that still leaves the matter of what you're actually going to do. You don't have any vows prepared or anything like that, and there's no one here to officiate the ceremony, but you push those concerns aside and turn towards the little girl. She smiles up at you hopefully, and the words come to you.

You start to say all the things you've wanted to since she the day was born. You've gotten to see her grow from a tiny little baby to the wonderful, vibrant girl she is now. She's always so animated, swooping and frolicking around the camp, and more than that, making it feel truly alive. You could spend hours—the rest of your life, even—just watching her.

Your praise puffs her up more and more, and by the end of it, she looks about ready to pop. The young harpy clearly didn't expect something so earnest and so sudden, and she's even more surprised when you hold the wedding band out to her and ask if she would take you as her own.

[say:Uh... yeah!] You tell her the magic words. [say:Oh, I do!]

You slip the ring onto her finger, and her eyes sparkle. It's a bit big, so it hangs somewhat loosely, but your daughter doesn't seem to care, holding her hand out and admiring the glimmer. She's back in that world of hers, and you'd pay anything to know what's going on in her little head.

[say:Oh!] she suddenly shouts, her eyes shooting wide open. [say:Wait here a sec!]

With that, she turns around and drops to the ground. You can't see what she's doing with her back turned like this, but she seems to be working at something very insistently. You could easily lean over and sneak a peek, but that would just ruin the surprise. And in any case, the wait isn't very long before she hops back up with a flap of her wings and faces you again, a grin on her face and something clutched in your hands.

[say:Will you, uh, take... me? As... um, whatever you said.]

Her fingers spread like the petals of a delicate flower, and clasped within is a small circle of grass in the shape of a ring. It's been tied up and fastened with a little pink blossom that shines brighter than any gem she could have put there. It's a lot to take in, but you do, you would take her every time.

Your little girl walks up and puts the loop on your finger, her hand-crafted ring fitting you impossibly perfectly. The feelings welling up in your chest are almost overwhelming, but you manage to sweep the harpy up into your arms, her face flushing as you draw in close. You drink in the sweet anticipation for only a moment before your lips find hers, her soft, young skin the most comforting thing in the world.

It's relatively chaste as far as kisses go, but you enjoy it as much as you can, almost losing your composure when she sighs softly into you. You pull your head back after a few moments and just stare into your daughter's eyes, her own half-lidded as she pants ever so slightly. The kiss might be over, but you don't want to let her go just yet, so you nuzzle her [if (tallness >= 60) {head|shoulder}] and relax.

You press her in close to your breast, as close as you can. You don't want there to be one atom separating the two of you—you want your bodies to be just as united as your hearts. The little harpy snuggles in to match, clearly feeling just the same as her [father], and the two of you settle in like this. The gentle scent of her hair fills you up, natural and refreshing, and you let your eyes drift closed.

You have no idea how long it's been when you finally part, but the rest of the world could fall to dust for all you care. You can tell that your daughter is a bit worn out by all this excitement, but more than that, the way she keeps glancing at the ring makes it clear that she wants some time to admire it. You aren't one to keep a bird caged against its will, so you send her off with one last kiss to her forehead, looking at her wistfully as she ambles back over to her nest.

//Added to daughter menu description
Every once in a while, you notice her glance down at the gleaming ring on her finger. It always manages to put a smile on her face, and watching her, your heart can't help but skip a beat as you remember the bond you share.

//Add to "[say:I feel...] she mumbles between panting, [say:warm and tingly, [Daddy].]" in cunnilingus:
Is this what you do when you're married?

//Add to "You nuzzle back and peck a kiss on her cheek as you cuddle up with the pillowy plumage of your daughter. Sleep arrives quick and gentle." in sleep:
Right before she passes out, she brings her ring up to her lips and gives it a little kiss, giggling afterwards.

//Change "Unable to contain your affections," to:
Wanting to show your \"wife\" some affection

//More?