It's a Deal, then.

Ulric leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes gleaming as he steepled his fingers. The weight of the moment hung in the air, the tension palpable. "Very well, Lucian. Let us settle this properly. How does two full moons from now sound to you? It will give Sylvara ample time to prepare and your Aeliana enough time to learn, assuming she survives the training."

Lucian nodded, his expression calm but determined. "Three months is fair. Aeliana will be ready."

Sylvara tilted her head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Oh, I do hope she'll be ready. It would be such a shame if she couldn't keep up. You know how I hate boring fights." She tossed her silvery hair over her shoulder and looked to Ulric. "We'll make it a spectacle, won't we? Something to remind both clans of our strength."