I didn't mean to, Mama, Asher said, his voice cracking. The energy... it wanted to grow. It wanted to connect to the trees. But the trees are golden. The silver and the gold... they’re tangling.
I walked over to him, dropping to my knees beside the stone. I reached out with my right hand, gently touching the iridescent moss. It was warm, humming with a quiet, steady power. But beneath the warmth, there was a sharp, jagged tension. The silver energy wasn't just coexisting with the golden ley-lines. It was trying to consume them.
It’s not tangling, I said softly, looking at my son. It’s competing. Your silver energy is a root system, Asher. And roots compete for resources. If you don't learn to prune your own growth, you will accidentally overwrite the pack’s biology.
Asher looked down at
