How did I not foresee this?
Now that I had it before me, it seemed logical.
Upon entering that strange room, I had expected to find Belona like a wolf, something physical and tangible that, that part my imagination didn't resolve, would leap and enter into me or something like that, but no, it didn't turn out as I had imagined.
When I opened the drawer, what I found was a reliquary, in gold, large, solid, the size and shape of an acorn. I knew that, in some way, Belona was in there, and I took it.
It had to be, likewise, the reliquary of my ancestor, of the dryad who had managed to have a witch introduce her tree into that necklace.
'Ivania, princess, please, listen to me. There is something very important I must tell you before your hands do anything else,' Belona's voice was haughty
