Alpha Female
As she clasps it onto Tara’s wrist, the light of the stones seems to pulse briefly, as if acknowledging Tara’s readiness to wear it.
Tara’s mother steps forward next, her pouch slightly larger. “And this,” she says, unveiling a small vial of fragrant oil, “was used in our family’s premating blessings. The scent is infused with calming herbs and roses, meant to remind you that even in the heat of battle or the chaos of life, you must find moments to be still and centered.” She dabs a drop on each of Tara’s wrists and behind her ears, the faint aroma filling the room with a grounding warmth.