It's a potion she concocted using her essence of life and herbs from the depths of the forest.
A faint green glow began to permeate the air, each speck of light a condensation of her life energy, capable of calming the most agitated spiritual waves.
"The song of the forest, the dream realm of ancient trees...all disturbances return to tranquility..."
Ailan softly chanted the ancient elven incantation.
The emerald branches swayed gently in the air, as if weaving an invisible dreamcatcher for Ron.
Ron felt the warmth of this care from his companions rising in his heart.
Dale's song was like the embrace of the ocean, and Ailan's fragrance was like the forest's protection.
Two starkly different powers perfectly fused together, creating an unprecedented sense of security for him.
Those terrifying images from higher-dimensional information gradually receded in the face of this gentle force.
His breathing began to become deep and regular, and his tense spirit slowly relaxed.
