"Little Sister, Virve!" Heila cried, dropping her pastry to fling her arms around the startled veteran soldier. "I knew it had to be you. If it was going to be anyone, it couldn't be anyone else but you, and I know you'll be the best Oak Witch ever."
"She will, she really will," Talauia said as her wings quivered behind her in unconcealed excitement. She hadn't known the bearish woman for very long, but what she'd seen of her had impressed the Thistle Witch, particularly when Virve offered herself up to Nyrielle to provide the strength the vampire needed to help Ashlynn heal.
This was a woman who would protect the Mother of Trees and the rest of her coven, no matter the cost to her personally. As far as Talauia was concerned, you couldn't ask for a better quality to form the heart of the Oak Witch.
