Ben Brickson
The Questing Beast!
Yarrow chuckled. "It’s alright, dear. I didn't wish you to know until now. You have something for me, yes?"
"Oh! Yes! I made sure not to lose it." She handed him the stone.
"Ah, I thought it might be this. You seem the type. This stone holds a magic I haven’t yet discerned... but I sense you hold one too." His slow eyes brightened.
"Me?! I’m just a ranger. I don’t have magic."
"It’s not about spells or wands. Yours is of the heart. You’ve cared for these woods through hardship. That’s magic too. And I believe you’ll continue to care for the Delve."
Wide-eyed, Priscilla whispered, "Well... now what?"
"Take the stone. Meditate. All will be revealed."
She did so, calm washing over her. She imagined this “heart magic” and, though doubtful, found herself believing.
The Questing Beast!
Yarrow chuckled. "It’s alright, dear. I didn't wish you to know until now. You have something for me, yes?"
"Oh! Yes! I made sure not to lose it." She handed him the stone.
"Ah, I thought it might be this. You seem the type. This stone holds a magic I haven’t yet discerned... but I sense you hold one too." His slow eyes brightened.
"Me?! I’m just a ranger. I don’t have magic."
"It’s not about spells or wands. Yours is of the heart. You’ve cared for these woods through hardship. That’s magic too. And I believe you’ll continue to care for the Delve."
Wide-eyed, Priscilla whispered, "Well... now what?"
"Take the stone. Meditate. All will be revealed."
She did so, calm washing over her. She imagined this “heart magic” and, though doubtful, found herself believing.