"I need to make sure that Melinda is going to be willing to help so I'll need to reach the other side." Frost waved her hand, large tumbles of amethyst, obsidian and smoky quartz appearing before her and lit a smudge stick as she focused her energy on calling for the other woman. "If you're squeamish about ghosts, I suggest that you wait in the other room because this can get a little bit bumpy the first time," she mumbled as the fire bellowed with more energy. She focused on the witch in her, calling out to a lost sister through the bond of white magic and soon felt warmth surge back through the link. It seemed that Melinda had remained pure, even in her afterlife and peace washed over Frost as the other woman's presence washed through her.
"Merry meet, sister," came the echoing voice of
