Dragoncrest Cliffs the blade and the bow

Rosalyn had not been asked to assist with the ceremony. She did not mind - it suited her to remain away from it - and she took a place nearby to observe with a quiet bemused skepticism she could not quite bother to hide. How long would their witnessed love carry them? Hers and Erzulie's had never stood on ceremony but had stretched regardless. She could not help but see this display as an overcompensation for some lack within them, though she did hope they made their way through it.

Erzulie would officiate, so she was free to do nothing but watch. The day was beautiful for it, the ground warmed beneath her, and she settled in comfortably. If not reserving judgement, then at least assuming she would enjoy the viewing of it. She was curious to see what would be said.