It indeed turned out that this girl liked Rágn very much. She had pined for him the entire time he was away at war, and then after as he learned ways of coven from his father. With this all established, they arranged to marry in the spring.

Sif felt very pleased with himself. He would've never perceived a relationship such as this back when he was younger; when he was just a small cat by Helna's side, he thought of people disdainfully, not caring to learn their ways. Now he had learned enough to find a bride for Rágn.

For the first time, this girl was the one being wrapped in bright yellow and blue wedding robes while others built paper effigies for her. Sif saw fit to select a kitten borne of one of his cats to present her with; she would be moving in with them, but it was the thought that this cat would be hers that was important. Receiving a cat from him was a great honor anyway, even if ceremonial.

" Lord Hélna, do you really think he's taken with me?" she worried as Rágn's mother plaited her hair.

" Of course," Sif declared. " Rágn is simply oblivious as a man. He had to have it told to him directly for him to understand."

" You think so?" she asked, still sounding worried.

" You've known him longer than me," Sif assured. " Think upon your youth. Rágn is someone who believes in certain things strongly but can suffer being wayward, is he not?"

She nodded, a smile beginning to color her face.

" Yes," she said. " You should've heard how he spoke of war before he went off!"

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