"The ceremony...was less momentous than I thought it would be," Shayla admitted. The goblin smiled up at her guardian, her best friend since birth. Her eyes briefly lingered on the uncut girth between the she-orc's legs, a bit of blush on Shayla's cheeks betrayed the fact that she had looked in a not so casual, matter of fact way.<br/><br/>"And please, Gash, you can call me Shay when we're alone. I wish you could have been there, for any part of it. Especially when I got these." Shayla's fingers traced the shape of the tattoos around her eyes. If any part of the ceremony was of any significance and not just heavy pomp and circumstance it was having the tattoos inked onto her, forever marking her as a full fledged witch.<br/><br/>Shay rose to her feet. "I hope your day was more exciting. Did you just come to check up on me? Please, stay a while." She reached for the orc's hand and attempted to guide her guardian to sit with her. Shay did miss the simply days of their childhood, where they were allowed to play and bond beyond the pretext of simply being a future witch and her future guardian.