Amalia
"Assassinations?" It fits in with her dismal idea of Northaven, but is nonetheless surprising, a strange and dark version of the ceremony she knows as warm and bright. "I'm afraid ours aren't so exciting." She pulls the water off the stove and shakes in some leaves of tea, an herbal blend with cinnamon she's always favored."We... our weddings are more of a festival. We honor each of the gods and their heralds. The couple lights lanterns that they design for each other for Ludo, and plant seedlings that represent each other for Frey. Then they jump over a fire while promising to be faithful and true, and the promise is carried to the stars."
she was like the moon-
part of her was always hidden away
part of her was always hidden away
