Chapter 27: Warm Apologies
Thessalia POV
She sat in Azandra’s healing space and let the sacred sounds of Tulaska’s medicine rattle wash over her.
Calyx sat holding her hands while Azandra chanted, using an old wood elf and Druid mantra. “My tree is strong enough to bend with the kindly wind when it needs to and stand firm when storms threaten to rip it out by the roots.”
The gentle shaking of the medicine rattle and the thumping of the sacred drum lulled her into breathing properly for the first time since she’d fought with Dirge. The smell of incense made from a dozen different wood elf plant extracts also soothed her as she chanted.
When she completed the fiftieth repetition of the mantra, she breathed deeply
“Calmer?” Tulaska asked.
Thessalia nodded, feeling Calyx’s hands in hers. Something she could cling to in a foreign and uncertain place. “Yes.”
“Good. We should go do this for Dirge, then,” Azandra commented.
Calyx gripped her hands. “You know Lord Glynthyra wasn’t about to let the incident go.”