Joining Ashlynn’s Coven

The diffuse light in the Briar had begun to dim as Amahle and her coven stood in silence, waiting through the final hours that would determine Heila's fate. 

Ashlynn still lay next to Heila, wrapped comfortingly around the diminutive horned woman like a mother cradling her child. A thin, steady stream of emerald green energy flowed from Ashlynn's hand into Heila's heart, sustaining and strengthening the prospective witch as she continued to struggle with whatever seemed to be obstructing her trail. 

"Mother, mother, look," Talauia cried, pointing excitedly as her wings began to beat rapidly with a high-pitched hum. 

The sound of a soft -crack- broke the still silence that enveloped the island and a piece of willow bark that had grown over one of Heila's horns cracked a second time before falling to the ground. The first piece was followed by a second and a third as the transformation gained speed.