Welcome to Gaia! ::

As you make your way out of the mansion's back door leading out onto the patio. You see a stream of white lights lining down from the mansion's roof tops. The streams of light strands making their way down along to the branches of the trees. Several silken drapes hang loosely along the tree tops, blowing lightly through the wind.

Several simple floral arrangements white roses, yellow sunflowers, and blue bell wild flowers are tied along the bases of all the trees. Intricate designs of ribbons in the colors of blue, yellow, white, orange and green surround the different trees throughout the back yard.

A few white paper laterns and crystal drops, hang loosely above the tables. In a simple design of candle lit chandeliers. A quartet plays classical music in the background. Very soothing tunes to the ears. A very peaceful setting to the entire place.

A few songs from Mozart, Bach, Yasunori Shiono & Mitsuda, Nobuo Uematsu playing in the background.

The ponds and fountains have a few floating candles and flower petals along the water's surface. The whole place looks like an page taken out of a fairy tale, or from the romanctic period of time.

Charles Xavier wheeled his way to the courtyard after his talk with Jean. The Professor, as some called him, made his way to the front of the wedding area. He turned his chair around to face the audiance for when they started to arrive.

The colors and beauty of the wedding nearly brought a tear to his eye. He remembered their first year of school and he remembered having late night talks with Scott about Jean. 'Ah, to be young..' he thought to himself with a smile.

Guest started to come in and take seats. It would not be long before the honorable two would stand before them and say their vows. Why couldn't life be more like this. Peace. No wars. No fighting. No hate. A celebration of love.

Xavier put his hands in his lap and had a smile on his face. He touched a button on his wheel chair that locked his wheels in place from under his blanket that he kept over his legs he pulled out a bible. This was the gift that Scott got Jean. She had asked Scott about it a week ago when they were spending time together. She wanted Charles to come back home. Scott did her one better. He was going to be the man that married them. He brought them together, so he had no problem with this.

Scott walked out to look at decorations. He smirked to himself and checked his tie once more for good measures. This was it. This was the moment. Scott took a step forward to go take his place with Charles Xavier. He shook a few hands with the guest as he made his way up to the front.

His insides were about to explode. He was so nervous. He looked down at the Professor and the Professor gave a smile in return. A message appeared in his head. 'It's ok, Scott. Your amongst Family and Friends.' He looked down and the Professor smiled again.

Scott gave him a nod. He began to wipe his hands off and took his place waiting for others to arrive and his soon to be wife.

Feeling extremely awkward in her blue dress and heels, Cal clicked down the aisle to about six rows back on Jean's side and slid into a chair, perching rigidly on the edge of her seat. She didn't really know either bride or groom, and being so new, she didn't think she'd know anyone here at all. She'd only taken Jean's side because she hadn't met Scott officially; she had met Cyclops on her recruitment and escaping the longing eye of Magneto.

Cal relaxed a little and withdrew a battered leather-bound notebook from her purse, which rested at her side. It still had the faint smell of smoke. She opened the book and withdrew the pen, tapping the capped end against the pages. Professor, the Southern lady had called the wheelchair-bound man up front. Must be Professor Xavier; Cal would need to speak to him soon. Then there was Bishop; he cleaned up well when he wasn't toting a gun.

She brushed at a strand of carefully-straightened hair and uncapped her pen. Ah, there was Scott. As Cyclops, he'd scared her a bit. As Scott, he looked like any good-looking guy in America. Cal smiled slightly to herself and started to sketch on the creamy-white page. She couldn't afford a present, but she could at least have something for the happy couple.

Scott's face turned a little red at the Professor's comment. He smiled to Rogue as she went off to go talk to Bishop. He began to get a little antsy again. He saw the newest edition to the team 'Cal' as they have called her. He waved to her. Maybe they could talk at the reception.

He looked to the clock. 'Hmmm, this is just like I imagined it.' Well actually better in real life. It brought a smile to him.

Like a ninja appearing from the shadows, she hoped she wasn't too late. Seeing that guests were still arriving, she went to a mirror inside the mansion and straightened out the look of her hair, placing on a simple onyx and crystal tiara along her long purple hair. Giving her cheeks a little rouge, she gave a deep sigh before exiting out into the court yard.

The place definately did have a fairy tale setting to it, Psylocke thought as she couldn't help but smirk, noticing all the candles lit throughout the entire yard. Hopefully they had a fire plan in case something caught on fire. Hiding her smirk, she made her way towards the seating arrangement, settling down on Scott's family side area. Giving a smile and a nod towards Scott, as she sat silently watching the crowd starting to grow.

Cal returned the little wave and squirmed a little in her seat. She really looked very pretty, something that had escaped her own notice as she clicked unevenly out of her room and down to the backyard. Setting back to work, she carefully sketched Scott's glasses, using each movement of his head as a new view point to put together a model in her mind. She already had his outline on paper; what was left was Jean and the correct pose. Cal blinked and looked up at the mostly-empty seating. Surely this wasn't it! If it was, she wasn't sure who to feel ill towards.

Bishop said."" Your welcome Scott ill be in my seat if you need me ".Bishop made his way back to his seat.