Yesterday, Bradan and the club held church. Apparently, that's where this claiming thing happened, and then he got to actually leave the property. Something I haven't got to do in . . . longer than I'm okay with. It's probably a good thing he came back and put a rather large engagement ring on my finger in front of everyone.
Not that I needed something so prominent or sparkly, but as we were having time with everyone, I noticed all the ol' ladies have very prominent rings. Faylinn's looks exactly like mine. Bradan says it's an Irish tradition and where he got his road name. A claddagh is a ring that stands for love, loyalty, and friendship— and that's what I am to him and apparently what he is to his brothers. Knowing that now it's very heartwarming.
Today might not be so wonderful
