The sun shone bright on the blessed day. Everyone was gathered around Va Bor. Shyael stood near it, with his two close friends close by, smiling and holding hands. They kept exchanging glances, all calming each other down while they waited. Waited for one to arrive.
It didn't take long. She walked down the crowd like a Goddess, her pale green dress trailing behind her, her Puellama walking with her. The tree began to drop leaves again, bright green ones that split into small pieces of dust upon hitting something. One landed on Oliver's head, making both him and his new partner laugh as he dusted the remnants away. Elaria laughed also upon seeing it happen. She stopped beside Shyael, linking arms with him, while another elf clothed in a bright green chanted words in the old language while placing circlets of woven gold and flowers on their heads, and necklaces laced with different jewels around their necks. Shyael turned to Elaria when he had finished, placing a light kiss on her head before taking a vine from the elf and tying it around his hair, just below his shoulders. The elf blessed him, and took out a dark blue blade. He cut off his hair, leaving it at shoulder length, and held it up in the air, saying a few more words. The crowd cheered, and the hair was placed by the tree. The new couple exchange a kiss, while the less newer one exchanged a quick one and a hug.
In the forest nearby, two unlikely friends had met up, barely even able to see the celebration through the dense foliage. The two spirits thought it best to stay out of the commotion, as being seen wasn't the best of things to happen. The taller one turned to their friend with a look of concern.
"Are you sure he's ready?" He ran a hand through his white hair. "He's inexperienced, extremely inexperienced,"
"He's ready," the other replied, nodding softly. "He will learn. The best way is to learn in the heat of the battle, which both you and him have done before,"
"I see," the taller turned back to the celebration. "Let us hope it won't be too much of a burden for him to carry,"
"It won't," she placed a hand on his shoulder, also turning to watch.