Ridahne supposed she should be used to strange happenings by now, traveling so far with Darin, but when she declared who she was, there was a shift in the air of the room that left her in awe. It was an electric feeling, a chill that was not unpleasant. Mitaja had somehow made her way into the room, and Ridahne absently reached a hand out to pet her as she paced between them affectionately. Ridahne was aware of a sensation, something she couldn't identify exactly, tugging at a corner of her mind. She had felt it much more strongly when Darin had made her Seed-Chained, though at the time she was too emotional to pay any attention to it. She'd felt it again when it had rained in that little village, and even in her sleep, Ridahne could sense something powerful happening. The moment she became Seed-Chained, she had a fraction of a connection to whatever was happening with Darin's power and the Seed. It wasn't much, a mere breeze in a storm of magic and power. But it was there.

A voice spoke with a tone Ridahne knew down to her core. They did not know if it was their place to speak, and it probably wasn't, but they had something to say anyway. Ridahne knew that feeling. It was one of the guards, and he was so overcome with love and conviction that the oath just seemed to burst out of him. Ridahne felt a connection with him, and she swore that if she got the opportunity, she'd buy that man a drink. She made eye contact with him when he'd finished his oath and finally looked away from Darin, and she nodded to him slightly in deep approval. He seemed to regard that as a high complement, and Ridahne could see how much he beamed after that. She had noted Darin's reply, and the modifications made to the traditional one. [I]Right over Honor.[/I] Ridahne guessed that she and her story had influenced some of that thought, and it made her proud, though she might have argued that there was no higher honor than doing what was right. Not now though. It was a mere philosophical point that had no bearing on the oath itself, and would undoubtedly ruin the moment.

One by one, the members of the meeting took their oaths, all with honest sincerity. When Darin asked Ridahne to do the same, she felt no resistance in her own heart. The elf smiled. "I asked for their silence, and you're right, it's a bad example to ask for things you yourself will not give. I will give my oath." Ridahne straightened with an air of ritual and pulled out both of her blades from behind her back, dropped to one knee with her head bowed, and presented the blades to Darin. The point was not that she would take them, not physically, but they were presented to her hilt-first as a sign of submission and good will. She spoke loudly and clearly for all to hear. 

"I, Ridahne Torzinei, daughter of the Night Sky, eija-alihn, Sol-Slayer, Oathbreaker, Guardian and Seed-Chained of Astra, do hereby swear a vow of silence regarding words spoken here tonight, unless express permission be given to me by the Seed-Bearer herself. I swear by my honor, by the stars, by my ancestors, by my steel, and by the Seed of Astra. May the Moon bear witness to this oath." 

She rose, bowed in the Azurei fashion, and sheathed her blades. Some of her air of ceremony dropped for a moment as she reached out one slim hand to give a gentle squeeze on Darin's arm--a gesture of nothing but love for her friend. "I'm here," she said softly to only Darin. She wanted to give Darin the opportunity to speak, but also to remind her that if Darin no longer wanted to, or was unsure of how to deal with such high people, Ridahne would be there to back her up in an instant.