"Yes, he is," she smiles, doting on the faithful stallion. "He came from one of my father's best mares. Ahazl roughly means Wind Catcher in the common tongue." A hand gently strokes the horse's ears." Talia turns her attention back to Sya when he asks what will be needed for the ceremony. "Something long enough to tie or drape over our left hands, and some type of seed from a fruit bearing tree for us to plant together. The words for the traditional handfasting are very simple. From this day forward, i will be your companion in life. Your strength when it seems you have none. When the journey becomes rough, i will be there by your side. In health and illness, I swear to honor, love and cherish you as a faithful companion." She pauses for a second, letting him take that in. "The words for the seed ceremony go like this: Let this seed become a tall and fruitful tree, just as our love shall grow, enduring through out the years."  One last kiss to Ahazl's muzzle before she looks to the woods herself. "Perhaps we should head back to the castle. It won't do to tire yourself out after such a long time not being able to move."