As winter turns to spring, and war and loss have wracked the Silvereye, thoughts turn to hope with the first blooming of green in the snows. Gathering in a quiet bay in the Barrens they arrived, bringing with them their griefs of the year passed, and their hopes for the year to come

The circle gathers arounda great bonfire   Promises and hopes for the coming times are exchanged   Quiet words, spoken by a Tauren conclude the ceremony

A simple ceremony, where each spoke of what she or he most regretted, throwing a token of that regret and grief into the great bonfire, then speaking to the Circle of how they hoped to better themselves in the days to come. A simple ceremony, but an important one, reaffirming bonds of love.