[say]"The Sea of Glass has been the place of wedding ceremonies for as long as I can remember hearing, usually at night with wedding guests holding torches to light the way. My own parents were married at the shrine."[/say] Noah brushed snow off his gloves before moving to pick up more pieces of shattered stone and mortar. [say]"The brides are often done up more beautifully than they have ever been before, anointed with their family's bridal crown. Even the bridegroom was done up in a way that he could never afford before. Hunters so clean you'd never recognize them, with oil in their hair and even decorations."[/say] Like the steel and the wood, Noah made piles of the stone. He grunted with effort, but between the grunts he tallied the traditions for the Sword.
[say]"Every couple is different, and exchange something that has meaning to them. Rings, knives, bows, livestock...something that represents their lives apart and now their new life together."[/say] Noah paused, taking a break to catch his breath after moving a rather large -- nearly too large for him -- piece of rubble. [say]"I don't know yet what I am going to give to Cordelia. I thought about trying to find her a griffin egg."[/say]
