A Ceremony In Shattrath by Yichimet

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A Ceremony In Shattrath by Yichimet

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Anaie called to Yichimet through the hearthstone with a curious urgency in her voice. "Seer, if you have a few minutes, I need you for something."

He did not reply but turned his wyvern in her direction. She had always been a sister to him, even if she had a ruthlessness that took other Grim as prey sometimes. He knew some others felt differently, but he knew her heart, and for that he would aid her in any way he could.

He flew down to the busy Lower City streets, where he knew she was--he had heard all the voices in the background when she spoke, though they seemed strangely distant. It took him several minutes to find her, because she was in fact far from the voices--she stood with Grogkor on the wide support beam of one of the arch-bridges that lead out of Shattrath.

When Yichimet landed, he noticed Grogkor was slightly nervous, and Anaie's Forsaken face looked serene and pleased. She was unbuckling all the leather armor she wore so she could put on the simple white dress laid out at her feet.

"Um...Grog nub got nubting to wear!" he said, also unbuckling the hunter's wrist guards he wore.

"That doesn't matter," Anaie said, smiling widely. "Seer, thank you fer coming. I don't know you as well as some others, but I always think of you as my bruddah, and I was hoping you'd help us tonight."

Yichimet grinned as he figured out what was happening. "I did not bring my mask and garb, but I would be happy to, sister."

Grog, still looking nervous, had stripped down to just his boots and pants. His giant shoulders looked especially tense, so Yichimet said to him, "Brother, my teachers in Orgimmar have told me that is how your ancestors were married, just as you are. If it is good enough for them, it is good enough for you!"

Grog seemed to relax a bit at that and grinned, showing more of his tusks.

Syreena, on her wyvern's back, landed on the beam then also. She giggled a bit at Grog's bare chest and said "Hi guys! What's going on?"

"Sistah, thanks for coming," Anaie said. "I wanted you to be here for this."

"Be here for what?" Syreena said as Anaie slipped on the dress, but no one answered the question.

"Grog and Anaie, the only ceremony I know is from my tribe..."

"Grog nub grok much about Yichi tribe! Grog want grok more," the orc said.

Anaie said, "Dat's perfect, Yichi."

So Yichimet beckoned them to step forward together and Syreena stood in the back, slowly understanding mroe about what was going on.

"In my Tribe, when two are bonded, the Spirits watch over them and hold them to their bond for life," Yichimet began, turning the Taurahe words into Orcish slowly in his head. "This is something you must understand. When you swear to the Spirits, you are sworn to each other forever. If that is broken, the Spirits are angered." Yichimet looked them both in the eyes and saw what he needed to see: there was no hesitation. He nodded.

"Spirits, come to us, Spirits of our ancestors be with us tonight as we ask you to bless the bond of Grogkor and Anaie.

"Listen as they speak the words you must hear: Grogkor, will you give your spirit to be bonded with Anaie forever?"

"Grog do dat," he said, holding Anaie's hand.

"Anaie, will you give your spirit to be bonded with Grogkor forever?"

"I give my spirit," she said.

"Then Spirits, bless this spirit bond, already formed and now unbreaking as a giant oak.

"Like the Eastern sun as it rises, bless them with the new day and every day.

"Like the Souther wind, bless them with warmth and love.

"Until the Western sun sets, keep their bond strong."

Yichimet pulled out his dagger and warned them both, "Do not worry as I do this next part. It is a custom of my tribe."

He reached up and cut a lock of both their hair, wishing he had the long plains grass and a rawhide strap to braid into them as his parents had. Instead, he mingled the hair and formed two braided hoops, and held them out for both to take.

"Wear these always, as your symbols of love."

They took the hoops and Anaie turned to Grogkor. "C'mere," she said, and kissed him hard. Syreena giggled and clapped, and Yichimet and she called their wyverns to them so they could leave the two alone.
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