Game 2

Game 2 Outline

the spell

"I ask a fairy from the wild, To come and tend this wee rose-child. A babe of air she thrives today, Root her soul in the Goddesses' good clay. Fairies make this twig your bower, By your magic shall time see her flower!"

Sacred roses, hear my cry for your protection, this I tie"

Little folk of flashing wing, little folk of dancing feet, hear my words to you and bring blessings with you when we meet.

Written by Heaven PROCTOR

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