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When?Tabby?approaches?Morning
Song?and?Echoes of Thunder, she recognizes a bit of sadness in their expressions. ¡°You do not have to go,¡± the
Matriarch hints. ¡°With the curse broken, we?could?start anew.¡±
Echoes of Thunder?leans in for a hug, and whispers, ¡°We had to let you go to keep you safe. You understand that, yes?¡±
¡°We¡¯re so proud of the woman you¡¯ve become,¡±?Morning Song?says softly. ¡°We chose your. . .?parents.
. . well.¡±
If all are agreed,?Morning Song?begins the ritual to conjure the?Pluma
Gate, tracing an intricate symbol on the ground, her hand steady despite the weight of the moment. The arcane rune glows softly even in the bright midday sunlight, the geometric pattern shimmering with a promise of primeval power.?
Echoes of Thunder?gives a nod and seven acolytes step forward surrounding the symbol. Moving in a slow and steady rhythm, they pace anteclockwise
around the glyph and the?Khen¨½do M?hra, their candles flicker as they??drip rare wax to the
rhythm of her ancient chant.?
Her voice, a deep murmur of forgotten verses, knits itself into the hot, damp air, invoking the unique Weave of?The True
World. Crystals, incense, and tokens are now carefully placed at each of seven corners around the symbol, every item a testament to balance and harmony. Holding aloft her open palms now glowing with contralateral magical sigils, the?Matron
of the House of the Great Mother?directs the swirling energies with deft gesticulations, her Will guiding the Pluma as it coalesces into a radiant, swirling mist in her direct line of sight. The portal¡¯s ethereal glow pulses with a
vibrant hue, casting a surreal aura across the monastery.?
With a final, reverent blessing,?Morning Song?ensures the portal¡¯s stability and safety, her heart swelling with quiet
pride as she smiles at?Tabby. She then nods to?Echoes
of Thunder?to extinguish the candles and dismantle the ritual space.?
¡°The Gate is one way,¡± she explains to?Tabby, ¡°but you are welcome to return?home?whenever
you desire.¡± She touches the lightning bolt brand on Tabby¡¯s hand and adds, ¡°May the Pluma be with you.¡±
And what do you do?
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