Casey -grateful for his bride's understanding- took the steps slowly as Evelyn's sister fell in beside them.  She drew his eye, but he kept a close rein on his temper.  This was for mending fences.  This was for his future.  For Evelyn's future.  He remained diplomatically silent in the face of the younger sister's fire, his face a stone mask as Dalton appeared at the top of the steps, with a bewildered looking elderly man with a fringe of white hair that looked only just tamed beneath a magister's pointed cap.  He carried a crook and a stave in either hand.  Dalton took up his position on Casey's side, turning to face the magister.<br/><br/>"This is highly unusual,"  The magister said, his stave and crook joining in the crook of one arm, as he plucked from his voluminous sleeve the base for the Eternal Flame.  He set it on the stair between his feet.  "Will the bride and the groom please kneel to light the Eternal Flame?"  He asked, bushy brows furrowed in consternation.<br/><br/>Casey glanced at his bride-to-be, but lowered himself to his knee, and held a hand toward the base.  It was a little metallic looking capsule, not unlike a pill, set in a metal bowl stand the size of his palm.  Above him, the Magister continued.<br/><br/>"As these two hopefuls light the Eternal Flame, who shall bear witness to their matrimony?"<br/><br/>Dalton piped up from Casey's right.  "I, Dalton James will bear witness."