#earthrunes

The balefire itself is petitioned... but to do that, Coradel must open the way with a sovereign's will.

Coradel goes to have a little chat with the font of power for Earthrunes. She wears a loose-fitting gossamer gown that provides a tantalizing glimpse of her shape behind the fabric...but not too much.

"Hello, my dear," she addresses the balefire.

The balefire was Eiluned Touched once, and some part might alwaays be, so the bale loves it's secrets, but it has also been infused with a Fiona's fierceness and love of drama, it writhes about the Baroness' form as if rousing for a hunt or an early morning ride.

A quiet, playful laugh as the flames twist and rise. "Oh, you're in a mood, aren't you? Excellent. How do you feel about...a rescue mission, hm?"

Coradel is not surprised that the Balefire is ready to rush to the rescue, curiosity and heroism uniting. The flames positively prance with eagerness.

Coradel makes a gentle gesture towards one of the flames and joins it in a spin of a dance for a moment. "Then, my darling, you must consent to granting your strengths to those who will be welcoming a new spirit into a vacant body. It may be draining," she adds as a gentle warning.

The balefire seems to expand, not so much in growth but in seeking. And Coradel can feel that it is doing, making sure the numbers under its reliance and protection will not be harmed by this. It must provide after all, and it makes sure it is strong enough to do so even drained. It is at this moment, Coradel might feel pride that her hold is, as she is, determined not to fail those it is charged to care for. Still, it seems to accept it can handle it, it WILL handle it, and circling the redhead's brow like a second crown, it flares and opens itself to the ritual on going! It is VERY vulnerable now as it does so, but a true warrior knows there are moments one must take off the armor.

"Oh, sweetling...thank you," she murmurs, and she feeds a bit of her own glamour into it. She is proud of her hold and its balefire, most because the fire (like her people) serve the hold out of love, not because they have been bullied by her.

And the magicians now have even more access than before to finish their great ritual.

(Pause)