Perhaps because Danyla had chanted the spells twice in one day, she felt utterly exhausted after finishing this time. Myracis, on the other hand, seemed even more energetic.
Danyla quickly sat down on a nearby rock, intending to get some proper rest.
Are you tired?!
No sooner had Danyla sat down than she suddenly seemed to hear someone speaking inside her head!
Huh? Who's speaking?!
Myracis brought her head close to Danyla and kept nuzzling her.
Are you tired?
The same message sounded in Danyla's mind again.
Myracis, are you talking to me?!
Perhaps this could not be called talking. It was more a form of communication between minds.
After chanting the spells that morning, Danyla had managed some two-way mental communication with Dreamfyre as well. But it had never been as clear as this exchange with Myracis, whose meaning she could understand precisely.
Me! Myracis!
Are you tired?
I'm a little tired, but I'll be fine after some rest. Don't worry!
Danyla stroked Myracis's head affectionately, her heart brimming with joy. Sensing her happiness, Myracis began making delighted little chirps of her own.
Then Danyla noticed that the Purple Diamonds on her bracelet and belt were slowly releasing waves of warm energy into her, rapidly restoring her strength.
The Purple Diamonds themselves, however, had grown considerably dimmer, which immediately pained her.
But remembering how Melisandre's ruby could absorb magical energy on its own to replenish its reserves, Danyla could not help hoping her Purple Diamonds could do the same.
A little over half an hour later, Danyla felt fully recovered, so she stood up and stretched.
She looked over at the dragonstone, which had nearly solidified, and discovered that this batch had turned purplish-black, with numerous pinkish-purple markings.
Dragonstone of this color looked not only solemn and imposing, but