The Totem Attunement
Patience was running out of it. When she decided to try and tame this beautiful, long-feathered, pink avian of The Swamp, she expected it to be quick. She had been waiting on the bird now for fifteen minutes and didn't have much more time to waste. It had hopped closer and closer but was very timid and soon she would be forced to come back for it later, if at all. The bird hopped closer, now less than a foot from the pile of seed and herbs she'd poured on the rock. It was a specially mixed concoction that would first put the bird to sleep and then allow her to channel the spiritual connection between the two of them and cement the taming. She had used the last of her torparia, the herb that would lull the creature to sleep, so this was the only chance she'd have. It finally closed the distance to the feed and started to peck at it, timid at first but then voracious. Once the majority of the feed was gone to be sure the spell would take; it was always hard to gauge with s