As always, Fenna calmed her spirit and silently recited the sacred passages from "The Storm Codex." Then she took a partially burnt carved wax candle from the drawer beside her, placed it by her side, and lit the candlestick.
A bright, tiny flame danced on the top of the candle, and a calming fragrance slowly diffused as the essential oil evaporated. Fenna took a gentle breath, then without hesitation, she drew the dagger across her arm.
Blood seeped into the fine lines of the dagger as if absorbed by it, and a brief pain shot through her arm—a pain that didn't even last a few seconds before it turned into a faint itchiness of the wound healing.
Fenna could even hear the faint sounds of cells regenerating and blood clotting; she watched as the cut on her arm rapidly healed, and the gentle sound of the waves seemed to come faintly from her ears.
