Over the next two days, Elynara didn’t miss a step.

Morning meant shrine time. Offerings first; fresh and simple. Mana feeding came after. The spirits took it like clockwork now, drifting closer before she even knelt down.

With little reason to speak, she just shaped, fed, and played with the sprites. Noting the small changes each time. The areas around the shrines were turning a deeper, healthier green. And even the ground seemed more alive somehow. There were sprouts where there were none yesterday.

Even over such a short few days her offerings were having an effect.