Sya watched and smiled, he leaned lightly on the post as the wind gently played with his hair, his muscles tensed as he streched and sighed heavily in relief. It had been so long since he had done so much in such a short day. His mind slowly was winding down. "You have a fine friend thier..." he notes towards Ahazl. "He is a good breed." he smiles and stands behind her looking down the hill at his Mistwood. "We have much to do tomarrow. He smiled looking to her. "What all do I need to set up for your traditional ceromony?" he asked respectfully turning to face her with a huge smile.