Satis’ heart jumped. She never expected Fireon would go to this extent of marrying her in the Kinnacian way. The back of her eyes grew hot. She took his hand, and he helped her out of the carriage. With it, the group of drasalla flew lower to the ground to sweep the path with their legs toward the huge flat orange rock. The carpeted path was actually made from flower petals that would glow red for a couple of hours after they were touched.
Satis gasped as she looked around. It was so beautiful with different colors scattered around them. Even the prattipoka hovered, illuminating the place in different formations now and then. They formed into a geometric square or circle and others.
Holding her hand in the crook of his arm, he guided her toward the rock, which was always a memorable plac
