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Rowan didn't have a good feeling about it. A witchling from another wellspring coming in, she could have negative intentions and she was welcomed with open arms. Instead of saying hello, Rowan couldn't help but just stare. This wasn't a Kate situation, Kate's family didn't possess a wellspring of their own. The only thing Rowan could think about is what is Isolde planning. Though, of course, she tried to not show the suspicion on her face.

Rowan was far from Isolde when the line went to single file. Because of this it got her mind off of it a bit, and she let her hand brush against the trees. Rowan felt her grandmothers presence grow stronger as they continued down the trail. What she needed was faith, faith that her grandmother, even in death, is capable of defending the wellspring from those that wish it harm. And as the trail continued with nothing of note happening, she realized that Isolde was probably no threat. Coming to that suspicious train of thought made Rowan feel bad. Even after being taught the same type of lesson with Kate, she still reverted to the same mistakes.

Throughout the journey, Rowan's expression expression was a very stern one. She was determined to bond with the wellspring. Wading through the water of the wellspring, Rowan found the nearest cup and knife. At the sound of [color=2e3192]"please feel free to get started now"[/color] she spent no time before proceeding with the ritual. Sure, the pain was harsh and the mixture was far from tasty. But it was the ritual of bonding, the same one her grandmother did. Nothing was going to stop Rowan.

The surge of power from the wellspring was immediate, it felt fantastic. But Rowan would wait before testing her new found strength out. Hand pressed against her wrist to stop blood loss, she looked around to the witchlings around her. Or should she call them witches now, wait... she is called a witch now. Rowan couldn't help but smile.

Rowan turned to Kate, who was near her. [color=007236]"She? Uh... Nothing to fear. Right?"[/color] Hoping she was handling the ritual alright. [color=007236]"Would you.. uh.. be able to patch this up after? If you aren't too busy."[/color] Rowan raised her wrist up a bit and back down to gesture toward it. Her other hand still held firmly on it. While she didn't like needing to grab help from Kate, her wrist started to hurt like hell. Plus, Rowan couldn't easily reach into her coat to do it herself. The rivalry could be put aside for now. They were at the wellspring after all. She gave a comforting smile to Kate, Rowan knew this ritual was far from pleasant so hopefully it would help encourage them.

Rowan shot looks to Rebecca as well as Hana and Iris who were also close. Watching to see her fellow witchlings become witches, more out of excitement than anything.

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Speaks with : [color=5df578]Kate[/color][@sassy1085]
Mentions: [color=9600ff]Iris[/color] [@Blizz], [color=9e005d]Rebecca[/color] [@blackdragon], [color=f49ac2]Hana[/color] [@Akayaofthemoon]