“What we want to know, little witch, is if you’ll be ours forever? Will you bind yourself to us in a ceremony in front of those we love and care about?” Sloane reached into his pocket and produced a small black box, flipping it open to reveal the most unique, gorgeous ring I’d ever seen. In the center, a Nox stone had been shaped into a crescent moon. The band was thin, consisting of seven strands of some type of metal, but each piece was a different color. The colors of our different magics were twined together, completely wrapped up, each color connecting with the others, just like us.
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