Redhawk Caldera Webster's Dictionary defines 'wedding' as the fusing of two metals with a hot torch.

Lilitu didn't waste time, getting right down to business after exchanging brief greetings with everyone. She shared that she thought she should go. Eljay couldn't help but wonder if she'd even met the man she was going to marry, if that was what guided her decision. It seemed wrong to choose without knowing what exactly you chose for. Their allies at Akashingo had been hospitable enough towards him, but everything was covered by a thin, pink veil that Eljay found it hard to look past. Of course they'd retrieve Lilitu if things didn't work out, but what if Akashingo wouldn't accept such a turn of events..?

Perhaps he shouldn't look too far into the future. Eljay nodded, though the worry never left his face. It's up to you, of course, Lilitu. You're always welcome to return here, for a visit or forever. Did you... Have you met the man..? He looked at her with a look, almost sternness, but also worry — Ibis wasn't here to guide Lilitu's steps, and somebody had to look over her like her parents would have. She was young, and Eljay knew that sometimes that made you made foolish decisions without enough thought.