Twilight of a Hybrid

like a criminal. It’s your wedding day. Lighten up today. Good luck with her, Vaeludar.” Geraldus exited the armory, leaving the hybrid by himself.
Vaeludar signed and looked back at the Siren walking away from the crowds of children and walking toward a row of tables aligned in three different angles. The tables were set if they were on a stage. Long golden and silver tapestries hung from stoned pillars. Yellow shades also hung overhead, to serve has shade from the sun’s light from blinding people sitting on those tables.
Vaeludar signed again, seeing how he can’t undo Marina’s decision from changing the wedding; the preparations were underway and nearly complete, and he would have to face a large crowd during the wedding. He was the groom of the wedding as Marina was the bride of the wedding, the two most important people of a very important event, and a large crowd would gaze upon the unusual, human-like couple. He jumped out the window with a wingspan spreading eight feet long and flew to the tables Marina was sitting.
Marina saw the hybrid flying down beside her. As she saw him flying down to her, she moved a chair for to land and sit in. “Dear husband,” she called, “Sit by me.”
Vaeludar didn’t aim to sit down. After he soared downwind from the window, he landed away from the chair Marina was pulling. “I have too much weight on me for me to sit down,” said Vaeludar. “I’d end up crushing the seat before I could sit down.” Vaeludar looked at the chairs that were built for humans, not for him. His long, slivering tail wouldn’t fit on the through the chair’s backside.
Marina frowned. “Why won’t you sit down by me?”
“I just said it: I have too much weight. I have half the weight of a Dragon. Remember last month you made me sit on a wooden stool while I was frying a fish in the fireplace?”
Marina removed her arms away from the chair She forgotten more than a month to the wedding day, she and Vaeludar were making a seafood buffet for them both and Geraldus and the twin girls. During the frying time, Vaeludar fried the seafood they had with his dragon fire. She offered him a wooden stool for him to sit on, only to have it being crushed in an instant.
“Don’t make me sit on something I can crush so easily,” said Vaeludar. He saw silver goblets and golden plates and silverware had been set on a traditional dinner table. Small flags blew with the wind at the furthest corners of the tables.
In a different spot, on the opposite end of the courtyard was a white, blue-swirled canopy blooming with pink leaves falling from surrounding blossom trees. Purple curtains with small emerald glitters draped over the canopy.
The spot where their exact wedding place would be taken was more less than a hundred steps from they were sitting and standing. Vaeludar knew midday was nearly crawling around the corner and then he and Marina would finally be married to each other. They waited the whole winter for this moment, and their wish of being a married couple will happen beneath the canopy.
Despite not being able to sit, Vaeludar motioned his hands in a water-like movement. A single fog appeared and suddenly moved the chair Marina offered to Vaeludar from the table. Vaeludar moved close to the table and Marina and sat down. The fog was morphing into a chair without a backside: a large four-legged stool and it was being made from fog and a few soaring stones. Vaeludar signed at this stone he created and sat close to Marina’s side.
Marina moved closer and leaned her head against his shoulder. She seemed worried he was still disappointed the fact he couldn’t get over this early wedding. Marina had thought this wedding, no matter what time it was, would be satisfying to her and Vaeludar; her plan was backfiring.
Vaeludar was more disappointed than cheerful with this change of plans, and she didn’t know what she was causing this type of anger: Vaeludar’s dragon side or his human side. With human and dragon assets she was seeing on him, Marina could hardly tell what Vaeludar was really more: more of a human than a Dragon or more of a Dragon than a human.
Vaeludar stretched his arms on the table in front of him. He was sitting inches higher than Marina and Vaeludar melted his stone stool a few inches lower that way he was only an inch taller than Marina. As the fact this was a wedding day, he was feeling more negative of Marina’s choice than positive: a bad trait for a future husband to have for his future wife. “Let me make this clear,” Vaeludar finally said, breaking the big silence they both were sharing, “I am going to be the head of a new House we are about to create like Geraldus is the head of his House, and as I am to be the new Head of our new House, I must give a final approval on any decisions we make. Do I make myself clear on that?”
“I know of that at,” said Marina. “I know men are in more of a higher class than women, but those rules were made by the humans, for the humans. There are no rules that implies for Sirens or human dragon hybrids, in that matter.”
“But I will be your husband and the Head of our new family, and I want all choices you make to be made through me. You and I have moved away from the families we were raised by and are now living under the same roof.” Vaeludar stroke his part scaly chin, which sprouted a few dragon scales and smaller ones across his face. His skin has grown agitated when dragon scales began to grow over his human skin. “From here on, I will make the final approval of our choices, without Geraldus or the king making