Firefly Glen [wp] i'm not ready to die

de blood looks good on you, sobeille commended, a rare warmth for ajei only reaching her goldenrod eyes. ajei's joy was infectious and like sunlight, chased away the venomous thoughts hounding sobeille's conscience.

being that ajei was the bride, sobeille expected soon her relatives would come and whisk her away to the merrymaking. it was her day, not sobeille's -- while marriage was a custom alien to those of the saltshore, she understood this ceremony to be one of sacred significance.

congratulations. came the wrangled accolade from the girl that did not know wedding customs -- she hoped such a thing was appropriate, and smiled anxiously at her friend.