- Dried Heather - Average quality component.
Cam retrieved a small envelope made from craft paper. He gently pressed the sides of it so the 'mouth' would open, as if it might have something to say. Inside was a sprig of dried heather. He tapped the envelope against his palm and the flower slid onto his skin. Cupping his hand, he held it to his nose and inhaled as if it were a balm to sooth his soul. It was, in a way.
“Both,” he said to Juniper. It was the truth, after all. He needed to do the ritual to bond the sword to him, as the Steward next-in-line, and he was the new Steward because a Fey had killed his father. He would need the sword and all else he could bring to bear on the task. God help them if other families were also targets.
With the same reverence he had placed the two previous items, Cam set the heather next to the family photo.