She’s speaking with the Seed’s authority, I project to Kade, panic flaring in my mind. She’s not just Elara right now. She’s the conduit.
Ground her, Kade projects back, his mental voice a desperate roar. Isla, use the Anchor. Pull her back to the physical world. Don't let the cosmos take her.
I step forward, ignoring the freezing cold radiating from her aura. I reach out and place my hands on her small, floating feet.
I don't use magic. I don't use the Anchor’s power to force her down. I use the memory of her.
"Elara," I say, my voice soft, steady, cutting through the cosmic resonance. "Do you remember the quiet room? The cedar cabin. The fire."
The swirling galaxies in her eyes stutter. The hexagonal patterns slow down.
"The fire is warm," she whispers, the deep bass fading slightl
