Myre padded after, interested in the whole process. Dragons didn't have anything like this. Neither did elves, really, other than to mark their field slaves and the like. The Iron People had believed in tattoos, beautiful elaborate pieces of art drawn right into skin. She'd never seen the process done, but Jamal had had some impressive markings on him.
And their priests had all had lots of tattoos. And a priest was like a shaman, so it was all very fitting that she get something symbolic. Or something like that.
And it seemed like Syd knew what she was doing. Myre wet her lips and clasped her hands as she watched, more than happy to let Tohru go first.