*3rd Person POV - Lyra*
The sacred pool rippled softly as Lyra and Ronan stood in the shallows, the argument that had threatened to derail the ceremony now forgotten. Moonlight streamed down through the parting clouds, bathing them in silver light as they held baby Rhys between them.
"We need to do this properly," Ronan said quietly, his eyes meeting Lyra's. "For Rhys."
Lyra nodded, her fingers still resting atop Ronan's where he cradled the baby. "Tell me what to say."
"We hold him where the moonlight touches the water and speak from our hearts," Ronan explained, his voice gentler than Lyra had ever heard it. "The words themselves matter less than the intent behind them."
They moved carefully deeper into the pool until they stood directly beneath the moon's brightest beam. The water reached their calves now, warm and somehow welcoming, as if embracing them.
