The Mer Ceremony

An Island Somewhere, Present Time

The Mer town was beautiful in the night, the houses and roads bathed in silvery light from the glowing plant life that, from the positions along the walkways and roads, had been deliberately planted in order to guide the way through the dark. Many of the Mer had also painted the stonework of their houses in elaborate designs that the luminist paint illuminated in the darkness.

“Oh,” Lyric stopped dead to stare in awe. “It’s beautiful.”

Niarthen looked around with pride, as if he had arranged the glowing display personally. “I am glad that it pleases you, Mia Persuma Inillium,” he took her hand and encouraged her forward. As they stepped out onto the street, she saw people come to their own doorways and windows. Many stepped out to stand before their houses and watch them walk down the road.

Lyric blushed, clinging to Niarthen’s hand tightly. “Why…?” She started looking up at him to find him looking down at her with a smile lighting his face, his ha