“I’ve never seen a ceremony like it,” Adara said to Alma and Briana who stood with her and their children. “It was beautiful.”
“I’ve not ever seen it done either,” Alma said, her long arm coming up to brush away the stray strand of her golden hair.
“It isn’t usually done,” Briana said, “outside of the Isle. It’s not been permitted in recent memory. This was special.” She smiled as she watched the children gather around Weylyn and Lucius, and wondered at the unlikelihood of such a thing happening anywhere else.
“We need to go soon,” Einion said in his sister’s ear. “It’s not safe to ride at night.”
She nodded and caught Weylyn’s eye, or rather, he caught her thought.
The Druid nodded and turned to Lucius. “I must go now.”
Lucius, Adara and the children walked back to the stables with
