"You give strange compliments," Cecelia tells him in return. Her tails sort of a greenish translucent blue with flecks of gold here and there. She had inherited the flecks of gold from her mother. If Jacoda feels uncomfortable, it's much worse for Cecelia. The lady doing her hair for the ceremony isn't kind about it. And yet again they had laced her into a really tight dress. With shoes that pinch. After what feels like an eternity she is declared ready.<br/><br/>"Come now Jacoda, just a little bit more torment and then you can restock your ship and start playing dodge the navy again. Oh, and let's not forget somehow learn to fertilize a few dozen eggs underneath the ocean after completing the courting rituals of the merfolk. I suggest you start practicing now in order to bring down a shark." She claps the boy on the shoulder before leaving the room.<br/><br/>A few minutes later and Elizabeth is standing at one of the docks, Jacoda nearby. "Shame your father can't be here boy. But then again he would ruin the occasion by weeping like someone at a funeral." After Cecelia walks towards them looking like she would rather be walking towards the hang mans's noose, Elizabeth starts the ceremony. "And by the grace of Morgan and Barthmalow, and God almighy, I now pronounce you man and wife."<br/><br/>Nobody had told Cecelia it's tradition for the bride and groom to kiss at the end of the ceremony.