A surprisingly humble affair, given Duchess Stormcrown’s tastes, but word had it that it was how her daughter wanted it to be. The priest had joined their claws together, each holding salt and ash. One was to preserve them on the road ahead against all troubles; the other to remind them of the finality of their commitment. With salt held in her claw and his own supporting it, the ash in his claw and her own supporting it, the priest bound their forelegs together with gold-threaded linen.