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

It was at that moment that Lilitu realized how reliant she was on peer pressure. While Teya had encouraged, she now fell silent, and Eljay and Maia leapt into opposition. What was worse was the look on both of their faces, and she began to wilt, slowly—

Not in shyness, per se. Spite? No. Something more simple, emotionless, like a pair of fingers extinguishing a flame.

I— Lilitu began, but clamped her jaws shut. She couldn't get their eyes, their words, out of her face. She was devastated, and angry—she felt the emotions tumbling down and she looked down and gritted her teeth and

Fine.

Her head shot up, jaw clenched. No, you're right, she said, and her voice was cautiously void of feeling. It would— Yeah. You are my family, and if you don't think it's best. . .

She'd never encountered such opposition, and it was flooring her. 

She didn't do well being contradicted.

It was showing in spades.