What is there to say about the ceremony that followed?
The Axe was brought, I presume from some strongbox or other.
"Gyrfalcon, consort to my elder sister Uma. Step forward. It is time."
"Uh? Already?" Gyrfalcon took tenative steps, like a fawn freshly born from a doe. "I... I wasn't expecting this so soon, I don't have any of the traditional gifts. Here, I mean. I don't have them with me."
"Gifts? Sister Uma, what is he babbling about?"
"YOU!" she commanded, "KNEEL!"
He made great hurry to do so, a slight smile on his lips even as he lowered his forehead to the floor.
"Brother," she said in a more normal voice, "it is coming. Not tonight, but I mean to make Gyrfalcon foremost among my mates."
"Toxic Mages! Check my sister for signs of external control!" he bellowed.
"Ugh. And THIS is why I told you nothing." she complained, as the mystics blew colored powders in her direction. She glared defiantly at them.