Power hummed in the air, ready and waiting to be shaped by the desires of the witches who had called it here. Wood, Earth, Water, Air and Fire, each one of them pulsed and swirled through the circle of stones, feeding and strengthening each other in a cycle that was as old as time itself.
As Ashlynn prepared to enter the circle, the echo of Nyrielle's heartbeat fluttered within her chest, surging with warmth and exultation, and quivering with the release of long-held tension. The feeling was so sharp and clear that it brought a shimmer of moisture to Ashlynn's eyes and a smile to her lips.
"Zedya has succeeded," Ashlynn said warmly, provoking answering smiles from Heila, Virve, and Ollie. "It's a good omen for our own work, but do not lose your focus," she cautioned, taking a deep breath to calm her heart and stepping across the boundary of the circle of stones to begin the formal ritual.
