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[a_lioness]

Alanna jogs down an old hunting trail until she can block out enough noise to concentrate. There isn't time for a traditional fire, so once she's gathered enough wood and made a pile, she rapidly lights it with her Gift.

The flames burn purple, then orange, then purple again when she tosses the vervain over them and speaks the incantation.

"Jon," she mutters while she waits. "Jon, Jon, Jon."