[ It happened too quickly, really. One moment they're all drawn to the spirit of celebration, laughing and as they watch the Wyver natives sing and dance; the next, a Shaman has taken their hands, joined them together whilst insisting that they pact. Cites the fact that he's been looking at her as though he wishes it... which is, ah, something that is better left unspoken. Even Lancelot is unaware he'd been staring!

Lancelot hardly had time to protest before the necklace is draped over his neck; Clair's soon following. But it doesn't look like the Shaman has time to answer why's - he's already moved on to the next couple who appear far more composed and prepared than the two of them. His face is flushed, but he follows by example and glances in her direction, searching her expression. ]

Lady Clair, on the Shamans' behalf, I apologize for the misunderstanding! Surely we can catch his attention and correct this before — [ Before What Exactly? ] Actually, I'm afraid I don't know how this works...