"I have a broken bond. I need to fix it. Soon."
The words echoed in Chryrie's mind as she bent over her work table. She had agreed to help Amthy before she even knew what the problem really was. There hadn't been any hesitation or second thought in the moredhel fae's mind.
But now. How to do it?
To create a bond that was not with a someONE, but with a someTHING. A something that would not cause her dear friend to change. She had considered the nymph's favorite flower. But lilies of the valley were too delicate in her mind. No. She needed something that would be as resilient as Chryrie viewed Amthy to be.
She gently spoke to her dear friend as she plucked a seed from her many many jars. She needed three strands of hair and three drops of blood. There had been some reluctance, but only briefly. After all, drops of blood usually meant pain. And the nymph was at first worried as to how much of her lovely green locks would be needed. But the need of having her bond fixed eventually overrode the ginormous ego.
The seed had been placed in a pot of dirt. Little sticks of plant food were placed all around the seed. Then with the watering can in one hand, magic flowing from the other, she gently forced the seed to grow into a young sapling.
The three strands of olivine hair were wrapped about the sapling, one after the other. Chryrie murmured softly as each strand was wrapped, and then it would appear to be absorbed into the sapling.
Poor Amthy's finger was pricked with a needle to get the blood. Of course there was a cry of pain, followed by a whimper. Three drops of blood were dripped onto the sapling, and then that wounded finger would immediately go into the nymph's mouth. Chryrie placed a kiss on the top of Amthy's head to soothe her before returning to the task at hand.
Chryrie splayed her fingers out around the sapling and intoned deeply in a voice that echoed back upon itself. The drops of blood were absorbed into the sapling as well, and then it began to change as the bond formed. It grew and twisted and then flowered.
It was a lovely young tulip tree that was now outgrowing it's pot. Chryrie smiled at the tree, then looked to Amthy.
"Instead of you changing with the bonding, this tree is changing to match you." She pointed to the tree and it did indeed start to wind together until it looked like it was growing into the shape of a young woman made of greens and browns. But she seemed to be forever sleeping.
"We can plant it here on my land next to where I keep my true body, if you like. It's been warded by many and would be kept safe from harm. But it's ultimately up to you." Her kaleidoscope eyes would focus on Amthy to both ensure she was unharmed by the bonding, and to gauge her reaction.
((Edit: The events of this thread started the night of June 18th.))
The words echoed in Chryrie's mind as she bent over her work table. She had agreed to help Amthy before she even knew what the problem really was. There hadn't been any hesitation or second thought in the moredhel fae's mind.
But now. How to do it?
To create a bond that was not with a someONE, but with a someTHING. A something that would not cause her dear friend to change. She had considered the nymph's favorite flower. But lilies of the valley were too delicate in her mind. No. She needed something that would be as resilient as Chryrie viewed Amthy to be.
She gently spoke to her dear friend as she plucked a seed from her many many jars. She needed three strands of hair and three drops of blood. There had been some reluctance, but only briefly. After all, drops of blood usually meant pain. And the nymph was at first worried as to how much of her lovely green locks would be needed. But the need of having her bond fixed eventually overrode the ginormous ego.
The seed had been placed in a pot of dirt. Little sticks of plant food were placed all around the seed. Then with the watering can in one hand, magic flowing from the other, she gently forced the seed to grow into a young sapling.
The three strands of olivine hair were wrapped about the sapling, one after the other. Chryrie murmured softly as each strand was wrapped, and then it would appear to be absorbed into the sapling.
Poor Amthy's finger was pricked with a needle to get the blood. Of course there was a cry of pain, followed by a whimper. Three drops of blood were dripped onto the sapling, and then that wounded finger would immediately go into the nymph's mouth. Chryrie placed a kiss on the top of Amthy's head to soothe her before returning to the task at hand.
Chryrie splayed her fingers out around the sapling and intoned deeply in a voice that echoed back upon itself. The drops of blood were absorbed into the sapling as well, and then it began to change as the bond formed. It grew and twisted and then flowered.
It was a lovely young tulip tree that was now outgrowing it's pot. Chryrie smiled at the tree, then looked to Amthy.
"Instead of you changing with the bonding, this tree is changing to match you." She pointed to the tree and it did indeed start to wind together until it looked like it was growing into the shape of a young woman made of greens and browns. But she seemed to be forever sleeping.
"We can plant it here on my land next to where I keep my true body, if you like. It's been warded by many and would be kept safe from harm. But it's ultimately up to you." Her kaleidoscope eyes would focus on Amthy to both ensure she was unharmed by the bonding, and to gauge her reaction.
((Edit: The events of this thread started the night of June 18th.))