Huarti speaks the names clearly, and the ancient stone drinks in each syllable. The gold filaments beneath him answer in a slow pulse, matching his heartbeat.

The Rootbound Caretaker bows low beside the seal, reverent and still. The wardlight softens into a warm, steady glow across the floor.

Silence follows, profound and easy, like a door left open to a safe room. The chamber waits with them, calm and receptive, as if inviting one more word.

Huarti lowers his hand to the floor-script and calls green mana by name. The gold lines part for it, then braid around a fresh emerald thread.

A female dragon of clean green light takes shape above the seal, perfect and steady, her outline sharpening from mist to scale to breath.

The new name sinks into the stone. One of the three gold lines turns green at its core, and the wardlight answers with a softer, living pulse.

Ealise inclines her head toward Huarti, then places two clawed fingers against the glowing floor. A second branch of script blooms from beneath her touch, showing a hidden relation between ward, name, and vow.

The chamber settles around the three of them, green and gold in balance, waiting to hear whether Ealise stays bound to the floor or rises to serve beside it.

Huarti lifts his hand from the script and lays his will into the chamber's green pulse. The prayer goes outward like a sealed command, not a plea.

Above the seal, the fresh green thread brightens, then locks onto Ealise with a clean, steady hum. The gold lines around her do not resist, they open.

The second branch beneath her touch unfurls across the stone, linking her stance, the ward, and Huarti's signal into one living pattern.

Ealise lowers one claw to the floor, then rises with the wardlight threading behind her like a mantle. The chamber marks her as keeper-beside-the-seal, and the green core steadies into place.

The chamber falls quiet again, but the signal now answers Ealise first. She turns toward Huarti, waiting in the new alignment for his next word.