"...to do that, I'm going to need your help…"
"You said that before," Nyrielle said, concern wrinkling her brow as she gazed at her lover lying in bed. "That you needed my help to restore the balance of the Olive Seed. What is it that you need me to do?"
"I have two ideas, but I don't know if either is even possible," Ashlynn said as she reached out to take another morsel of cheese from the tray on her lap. She wasn't really hungry, not after the bread and the large bowl of Georg's hearty soup, but having something to nibble on gave her time to compose her thoughts.
"Is it possible to focus your Kiss of the Void on the seed itself?" Ashlynn asked. "If you could bring about the death of hatred in the seed…"
The moment those words slipped past her lips, a sudden constricting feeling seized her chest. Deep within, the Olive Seed's delicate roots coiled tightly about her heart like a closing fist, pulling a gasp from Ashlynn's lips before she could stifle it.
