[FFML] [Spamfic] [She-Ra] In the Name of Bright Moon, I Shall Marry You

[Adrian Tymes]

FFML's going away tomorrow?  Time for one last spamfic, from a recent
series.

Watching She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, I got the impression that
something like this may have happened in the series' backstory.

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The war council was tense.  Gathered around the table, which was
holographically showing the Horde's latest failure to invade the Whispering
Woods and the Princess Alliance's planned counteroffensive, was a
mostly-female force of magically empowered people.  Some held innate magic,
some were bonded with runestones, others had learned sorcery, but in each
case the result was the same: a person able to overpower several ordinary
soldiers, possibly even armored vehicles.  The plan on the table was to
ambush and decimate the retreating Horde force while they could not bring
an organized response.

But such plans were temporarily set aside, and not just because it would be
an hour yet until the targets reached the optimal ambush location.  Most of
those present were looking at a certain pair of attendees, with expressions
denoting a mixture of irritation and amusement, the exact amount varying
from attendee to attendee.

Angella, queen of Bright Moon - which led the Alliance and was hosting this
war council - broke the silence.  "One more outburst like that, and I shall
have no choice but to marry you two."

One of the admonished pair, Netossa, bowed her head, blushed, and looked
into her lap.  "Sorry," she apologized simply.

The purple-haired, purple-clothed lady to her left frowned in
concentration, staying silent for the moment.

After a few seconds of waiting fruitlessly for her, Angella prompted, "Is
there something you would like to say, Spinnerella?"

"Your offer is kind.  It's just..."  Spinnerella took in a breath.  "I
haven't figured out how to propose to her."

Netossa froze, her eyes dilating.  A squeak emerged from her shocked lips.

Spinnerella sighed.  "She's just...so brave, so smart, so strong,
so...everything.  How do you even tell someone like that you want to be
with them forever, that you can't imagine life without-"

"We get the picture," Angella interrupted.  "Was there something you wanted
to say, Netossa?"

"YES!"  Netossa grabbed Spinnerella and planted lips on lips, with enough
force that they nearly toppled from their seats.

Angella's smile easily reached her eyes.  "Then it's settled, and the main
question is when.  After this operation, the Horde should be licking their
wounds for at least two weeks.  Will two weeks be enough time to get notice
out to all who may wish to attend?"
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