It took close to ten minutes before Figg the Druid came out of his meditation, letting out a deep breath as his eyes sparkled with new found power surging from within him. The moss that grew all over his robes bristled slightly, becoming a richer green, and the vines wrapped around him just a little bit thicker.
When Vestra awoke a minute later, the mist billowing from her hair grew a slight tint brighter and a strange feeling emanated from within her. It was oddly powerful and foreign, feeling like something utterly supreme had turned its attention towards them, but as quickly as the feeling came it also left just as quickly. Whatever had looked their way had merely given them a passing glance, but even that was enough to send a shiver down Belladonna's spine.
Nevertheless, a bright smile spread across her face as she watched her friends looking around in amazement as they got used to the new power flowing through their bodies. A source really was a game changer for them.
