Summit Mist

Pheobe had summoned all the tomes containing any scrap of information about breaking a mate bond once a mark was in place, but first the wanted to do a cleansing, and help repair some of my wards. I was so tired, down to my soul, I was depleted. As I sat with my feet in the stream, the massive pine above me groaned, its branches bowing and descending slowly.

Vines snaked out of the brush and intertwined with the pine branches, and branches from nearby tree that reached out. Just like out last night in the holding sanctuary, the forest responded to my magic, offering me shelter. It started about two feet into the stream, allowing the water to still flow, keeping my connection with pheobe intact, and formed a sort of tall dome abound me.

When it was finished I finally felt relaxed enough to lay back and close my eyes, listening to pheobe chant in my mind, feeling the sweet, soft caress of her healing magic. It reminded me of my mothers cool hands, and my fathers warm hugs. Pheobe sens