The ceremony didn't have sparkles.
It was really anti-climatic. All that happened was the men of the Dostuve family walked out onto fields in clothes to pretty to be contrasted with the mud getting on their boots, jabbed their manicured fingers into said mud, and kind of glowed. It was more like their colorings got a little lighter. I wondered if that happened when I used my magic. The only time I'd seen light was the first few times I used it. Perhaps I simply had gotten more efficient. Light was energy, after all.
Thankfully, the stalls and enjoyments set up along the wall of the city made up for that. I found my veil, a gossamer shawl meant to be tied up in a sort of linger dress but which I used to make a complete cover for my head. The merchant had more than stared, he looked like h
