Lucretia didn’t have time to mull over the different possible reasons Ianthe was in a good mood though; the priestess had moved on to the final part of the ritual. It was the part of the ritual many mortals had slowly stopped actually including since it was never answered anymore: Ianthe’s part.
“I now present the offering for Ianthe, the goddess in charge of blessing the couple by tying their fates together to form a solid bond.” The priestess carefully unfolded two small tapestries. “We present to Ianthe the family tapestries that represent the bride and groom’s ancestors and depict their past achievements.” She held them up separately as she referred to them and individually pointed out a few of the more important symbols each contained. As she did this, Lucretia thought she noticed Freyr’s small moist eyes clearing up as his focus seemed to land on his own family's tapestry. She wondered if the colors had caught his eye as it swayed with the movement of the priestess holding it up. Lucretia smiled slightly at Freyr’s innocent curiosity as the priestess continued on with the ritual.
Having finished pointing out different significant images in the two pieces of cloth, the priestess moved on to explaining the symbolism of the tapestries as a whole. “The tapestries show us how Ianthe weaved the couple’s destinies together through the strings of fate she first weaved for their ancestors. We offer up these tapestries to show Ianthe that we are grateful for her hand in bringing the couple together in the present.” The priestess moved her hands to hold the two short pieces of rope attached to the upper corners of the tapestries. “We now tie the two together so that the bond between the bride and groom will last for as long as the knot we tie lasts.” Lucretia watched on as the priestess looped the rope together and tied it so that there was little to no space between the two tapestries.
Once the priestess was content with how tight the knot she tied was, she turned to a small wooden box that was placed in the center of the altar. On the lid was carved the symbol of Ianthe: two spools of thread that were tied together. The box would contain two identical trinkets that the couple, or their family, would use to swear an oath to Ianthe with. Both the bride and groom would have to carry their respective trinket on their own person until their marriage ceremony, so the trinket typically would be a piece of jewelry, but Lucretia had seen some creative engagement trinkets so she was a bit curious what had been decided upon.
As the priestess carefully lifted the lid, Lucretia was actually a bit surprised because the trinkets were actually on the simple and basic side of things. The priestess pulled out two simple gold rings from the wooden box. They weren’t decorated with any gems or designs and they didn’t even have any sort of magic or blessings embedded into them; not even any that would help the rings resize to the wearer. Considering the size of the rings, Lucretia really hoped that if they decided to fashion it as a necklace around Freyr’s neck, they would at least use a chain or a ribbon embedded with magic that would prevent the necklace from coming undone. If the parents were going to skimp on the actual trinket, they had better not skimp out on making sure it didn’t get lost; especially considering the bloodline Freyr came from.
Albeit, as the goddess of wealth, Lucretia might have been a bit biased with how sour she was about it. She could only watch on from her seat though since her portion of the ritual had already ended.
The priestess brought the rings over to the toddlers and slipped the rings on their left pinkie fingers; making sure to hold them there so they wouldn’t slip off while she recited the words of the ritual. “We give these gold rings as a sign of the couple’s oath to uphold their bond for as long as they possess the rings. If you should like to accept their oath and impart your blessings upon their union, let it be known.” This time the priestess didn’t look up towards the floating moons; almost as if she was afraid to actually get a response from the goddess. It wouldn’t change Lucretia’s older sister’s choice though.
All other eyes, both mortal and otherwise, were on the floating wooden moon that was lit with pale purple runes. It was almost like everyone was holding their breath on what choice Ianthe would make; and more importantly what her choice would mean for everyone present. If Ianthe blessed the union then the couple would be one of the first to actually receive blessings from all three of the triplet deities and it would put all eyes on the toddlers as they grew up; yet if she didn’t accept even after she emerged from her seclusion to attend the ceremony, then it could give off the impression that the bond was cursed or too weak and had no future. If the bond was doomed to fail it could also mean the mortal’s political reasoning behind the arranged marriage would be doomed to fail.
It didn’t take long for Ianthe to make her decision. Lucretia watched as her sister gracefully stood up and floated down to where the bride and groom sat. Lucretia couldn’t have predicted what her sister was about to do next though.
Ianthe hovered just above the bride and cupped his face. “My darling Freyr…” Lucretia was stunned as she watched her older sister’s whole body suddenly relax completely. She then watched Ianthe lean closer and whisper something into the toddler’s ear. After a moment Ianthe pulled back a bit then kissed his forehead. “Your fate, dear child, decrees that you shall be a blessed mortal, so I offer upon you my blessings and mark you as one of my favored ones. With the help of my mother’s staff I hope you will use my blessings wisely.”
The priestess sharply drew her breath as the dark purple lines swirled outward from where Ianthe’s lips touched and Freyr’s deep blue eyes briefly changed to a glowing purple shade before changing back to their original blue hue. During the rest of the ritual she had been doing a decent job regaining her composure when the unexpected happened, yet it seemed witnessing Ianthe claiming her first favored one in many centuries was what broke her.
The priestess pulled away her hands and stepped back in what appeared to be shock; causing Freyr’s mother to step forward worriedly. At her troubled questioning the priestess shakenly opened her mouth and explained in one sentence. “The bride has been chosen by Ianthe as her favored one.”
The chaos that broke out among the mortals was immense, but it was nothing compared to the chaos that broke out among the deities, who were all present to witness the moment Ianthe finally chose a new favored one; yet Ianthe was paying no mind to any of the chaos she had just caused, and was just continuing with her role in the engagement ceremony. Lucretia just sat entranced, not being able to do anything but watch her sister.
Ianthe held up the two hands that the priestess had dropped. “Since I showed up I should also bless the bond you have with this child. I don’t want to get out done by my siblings during the engagement ceremony of my favored one after all. I’ll even do you a favor so you don’t lose that clunky ring.” Lucretia thought she saw her sister smirking as she tapped the ring on Freyr’s pinkie finger. As Ianthe lifted her finger from the gold ring it turned into a piece of thread that was wound around the child’s pinkie on one side instead. The end of the thread that was wound around his finger then dissolved into his skin; leaving behind a faint circle around the base of his left pinkie finger. The other end of the thread was attached to the end of Ianthe’s finger as she drew it through the air and over to where Freyr’s groom sat.
Although the heir of the Silvius family was sure not to be able to hear her, Lucretia still heard Ianthe speak to Aleksei as well. “As long as you treat my precious favored one right, you shall also live a blessed life. Heed my silent warning though; should any harm fall upon my chosen mortal, or if you betray him, this blessing I bestow upon your union shall turn into a curse that will make your life worse than if you experienced a simple death.” Ianthe, having seemed to have said her piece, tapped the groom’s ring; at which it too turned into a piece of thread wound around his pinkie before fading into an identical mark as well. The section of the thread that was connecting the two children vanished as soon as the mark on Aleksei’s finger appeared.
Ianthe then traced runic symbols on the back of their hands just like Sláine and Lucretia had done; this time the symbols glowed purple before disappearing. Seeming content that her blessings on the engagement were properly given, Ianthe went over to the altar and lit up her symbol just like her siblings had done; signaling to the mortals that she had given her blessings to the union.
The priestess didn’t seem to notice the change of the altar for quite a bit of time; as she was just staring at the thin swirls of purple on the bride’s forehead. Once Freyr was old enough to gain control of his magic he would be able to hide the mark, but Freyr was still only two years old so it would be on display for everyone to see for several more years.
Lucretia knew that it should have been almost impossible for a mere toddler as young as Freyr to be able to withstand the weight of magic being a favored one caused on a mortal’s body; especially the weight of a deity as strong as Ianthe. Considering Ianthe mentioned their mother’s staff, it had to be the reason Ianthe had been able to claim Freyr so soon. Lucretia wondered if it was just a coincidence that the staff had resurfaced, or if Ianthe had a hand in its sudden appearance. Lucretia couldn’t think of what reason Ianthe would have to orchestrate such a thing though; Ianthe had been so adamant against having a favored mortal again after all. Lucretia couldn’t satiate her curiosity though.
The priestess had noticed the third glowing symbol and seemed to want to just wrap up the unprecedented engagement ceremony. She quickly, and anxiously, thanked Ianthe for blessing the union, then ended the ritual before hurriedly rushing off to the temple’s inner chambers. The priestess wasn’t the only one who quickly escaped from the potential onslaught of questioning though. While the priestess was escaping the mortals' questioning behavior; Ianthe seemed to want to escape the questioning behaviors of the entire pantheon of deities who had been attending the ceremony.
As soon as the ritual ended, Lucretia watched her sister mount her giant raven that then flew away; all before any of the gods or goddesses unfroze from their shock.
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