The evening was quiet, or.. as quiet as it could be during a ceremony. Isabella had just gotten her gift, and spent no time covering the Casita with blooming flowers of many different colors and types. Even sitting on the roof, her flowered vines crept up the tiles and petals were blown around in the breeze. Giving into a shiver, a small squeak drew your attention to your side- where a small rat, accompanied by the messy haired prophet, had come to join you in looking at the towering mountains that surrounded Encanto.