The Heartwood i am the self-consumer of my woes—

the evoker was not sure of herself, but willed her strength to flow into the stone she believed had given her voice back. she confined the word to her mind, instead trying a different tactic of channeling her name through the rock toward the yearling. relmyna fixed the conception of tendrils within her mind and reached out for the consciousness of the girl, wavering little.
after a sustained short time, the evoker disengaged with a low sound from the hold of the churning chaos. her eyes closed for a single moment; relmyna drew a breath and then turned her gaze upon the girl, wondering if she had succeeded in her efforts.