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One thing that Ariel had absolutely insisted on having at her wedding was the beautiful fire in the sky that she saw on the night of the shipwreck.
Eric could never deny her anything, but he was especially happy to fulfil this request.
She had to wait till the very end of the day — you couldn’t see it against the sunlight — but now, it was time.
Eric had stuck the first tube — no, rocket — into the ground in front of her with a piece of wood, and brought a torch to light it with.
“Here,” he smiled, holding the torch out to her, “we can light it together.”
She took it with the sweetness of a bride accepting a bouquet of flowers, not a stick of fire.
Eric loved that about her.
With her hands over his, he moved the torch to light the fuse.
Ariel took a step back when it caught, remembering the way the fireplace had bitten— no, burned. Eric quickly shifted his own stance to place a comforting arm around her shoulders.
When the rocket shot off, Ariel gasped; then watched in wonder as it blazed higher and higher into the sky.
Just shy of fading from view, it suddenly erupted into a glittering splendour of colour and light, followed swiftly by a loud BOOM!
Ariel couldn’t tear her eyes away until every last spark had fizzled out, at which point she turned suddenly back to Eric; who was still looking at her.
“That was amazing.”
“You liked it?” he asked, his eyes sparkling almost as brightly as the firework had.
She nodded, before hastily collecting another rocket from the crate, and sticking it into the ground as she saw Eric do it.
“Another one?”
Eric laughed, and passed her the torch to light the fuse.