There was only a matter of showing Tal’s devotion to Jasmine to commemorate . In Jasmine’s adopted planeswalker culture, such ceremonies where someone bonded to a Master or Mistress out of love were done in public with the pomp and circumstances of wedding, as vows were spoken in adoration as they’re collared, tattooed, and at times disfigured and encased in chains and metal .   Serra was best known for this, for she had many devotes who welcomed taking on her holy mantle . “Feh,” As Tal heard Jasmine say as she found a thick cord of solid gold that fluttered in the air beside them both .   “Let that blond haired bimbo have her day long love fests .   Let them all get drunk off Mother’s Milk, strip down to their skivvies and have an all - out orgy for all I care .   I prefer mine to be simple, short, and if it’s done with just the two of us in some uncharted island, so be it . ” Tal chucked at this .   Lady Jasmine is nothing if not easy to amuse . Jasmine took a hold of Tal’s right pointed ear with one hand, and hold her opposite shoulder firm with the other .   “I won’t blame you for yelping, girl . ” Tal managed to nod a fraction of an inch, and then steeled herself . The stand of gold sharpened to a needle point and drove through Tal’s right ear in an instant .   The pain wasn’t as bad as Tal expected, and by the time she felt it, the worst was over with .   The gold strand looped around itself to form a loop and hung off her ear as Jasmine held a cloth over her ear for a minute or two .   When Jasmine was sure Tal wasn’t bleeding anymore she let go and washed the pierced ear clean . “That wasn’t so bad, wasn’t it?” “No it wasn’t, My Lady . ” Jasmine looked around the shelter .   “Now that I marked you as a properly bonded, I need to find a way to show who you serve . . . I got it!”