Rohan handed his mother to the man who he didn't know much. Ryan held her hand and made her have the seat then he sat on his stone chair. He rolled his head down, peeking at the maidens who picked two vials from the stone table. He had no idea what the juice inside them was but grabbed the one that belonged to him. The scent moved to his nose, black grape wine, it was.
"I, the Shaman of Muse Luna, send my prayers to our mother, the young daughter of Bead. May this bond bring her prosperity."
The shaman was wearing a white robe, his hat was long and seemed heavy on his head, his hands grew wide to the sky.
"Thee, son of Miguel James, would you be her husband in bitter cold days and sweet days, would you give your blood to protect her and her kin?"
Rohan calmly translated those words. Only the slight wind was hooting and howling, clawing the hung lace between them.
"I would give my life to protect the woman that this land had generously granted me."
