While Isabell began her trial, Ashlynn, Virve and Ollie moved a small distance away, taking seats on a few of the many fallen trees in the chaotic area where Ashlynn had trained with Dame Sybyl.
"It feels different to be one of the people watching over someone facing the trial of their seed," Ollie said with a nervous look over his shoulder at where Isabell lay, seemingly sleeping on the bare earth where they'd conducted the ritual. "Is she going to be all right in the cold? Should we get a blanket for her or something?"
"She has the energy of the world to sustain her during the trial," Ashlynn said as she retrieved a small sack filled with savory meat pies that Georg had thoughtfully supplied for the witches while they watched over Isabell. "We shouldn't build barriers between her and the elements that will supply her power during this time."
