(Alnilam)
Strangely Ezran is the first one to arrive after me. I have left Saiph behind to bring my brothers while I make arrangements.
Everything we need for the ritual is here with me.
A silver dagger.
Five white candles.
Dargazian Salt (special salt mined from the mines of Dargaza, known to have magical properties, like protection and healing.)
"Do you need a hand?" He asks, unpeeling himself from the old Oakwood tree he has been leaning against.
The tree has to be the oldest tree in this forest and we use it for inspiration and oaths.
"Yes, help me draw a large circle with the salt."
Picking up one of the salt bags, I toss it towards him. Without any effort, he catches it. Tearing it from the side he bends down and begins to pour out the salt, completing the circle with me.
We work quietly, my heart does prickles with jealousy knowing he is also mated to Amaia.
