I receive word from the northwestern realms of Faerie that my kinbrother McLain is handfasting the Lady Marla!
Opening the Circle
Raising the Beltane Pole
Such is a bright event, one who’s arrival I had long wondered. McLain asks me to witness the magic of his gathering with my fae sight, and it is my great honour to witness photos of such in the moments of their Joy upon the Beltane.
At this point, I gift him the lute I purchased at Cripple Creek, enchanting it heavily with my magics in the highest of ways, layering a weave of enchantment upon it to honour his essence.