Laughter drifted down the mountain. Sifting through the tree branches flitting along like a sprite. A doe picked up her head and twitched her ears as it floated past her. The forest was alive with interest in the proceedings in the little clearing at the top of the mountain. A wedding was taking place. A beautiful wedding. A gathering of friends and family to celebrate the love of two people. She smiled up at him, and he took her hand and they walked back up the isle man and wife.