my mom came home one day and said to us," girls, I just found you your future husbands, they are nice, and have magic like you." we started at her with shock, I am only 8 at the time, " what, why, what is his name?" I finally asked, confused and excited. "his name is Cyfrin, he is sweet, polite, and, well, he looks like you!" she said in excitement, pausing to think of sentenc, "oh, and Phoenix's fiance is Anshule." she added, "we're going to have you meet for the first time tomorrow, so let's bathe you and curl your hair." okay, we said exactly, me more so than pheonix, as Phoenix thought boys were discussing.