Reaching into the wound in her chest delicately, Ashlynn extracted a small, delicate seed that had grown seemingly hundreds of tiny roots. Gingerly, with her eyes closed tightly against the pain that felt as though she were pulling the bones out of her chest one by one, she tugged the seed free of her own heart.
As she did, her bow-shaped lips moved from one word to the next, her voice speaking in a steady rhythm to guide the energy toward the person who would come to bear the seed she'd nurtured all these months.
"By wood's deep strength and sentinel's stance,
Where guardian's shield and power advance,
This seed of might, forged firm and true,
Holds gifts of magic, from me to you.
Beside my heart it learned to stand,
With balanced powers at your command."
