"Very well." She locked the door. It was just the two of us inside. Setting aside my bag and stepping closer to her, I discarded my other glove before undoing the ties to her outfit. Afterwards did my fingers trickle down across what exposed flesh there was on her back, flowing over her dress afterwards to find a place high up on the small of her back. Holding her so, I began lowering her downward.
"Remain straight."
What I was soon to do would require time and concentration. It would also be easiest to achieve if she were laid still. So did I bring her to lay with head in my lap, I of course having sat down and crossed my legs. Around her cranium I gathered my fingers, using them as focusing rods to better guide my mind on its mission. With a subtle pressure simultaneously exerted across key points of her skull I incapacitated her, so that my work could begin.
Everything went quiet. The noises of the world fell upon deaf ears. The light of the air impotently struck at blind eyes. All I could see, was her. Even my own hand which I knew had just lain upon her body, just above her crossed arms, could not I see. Yet knew I that it was there. It was my focus. My guide. My tool. Through those fingers would my psyche channel its prowess, pressing like an impossibly thin blade into her flesh.
As long as my smallest finger yet even more slight than a strand of my hair was the cut, gradually making its way deeper through her skin to where she wished this gift of mine. Always to be in her heart.
My own right hand slid into the confines of my hood so as to brush away the beads of perspiration that had formed across my brow. How long now had I been focusing? Minutes passed like seconds to me. I pushed deeper inside, ensuring to keep perfect this true-honed blade during its journey. Finally, my first task was complete. I had found what heart this girl was given.
"This is more draining than I had thought." My work had to be carefully performed. Putting space between the two ribs my cut had passed while preventing them from cracking or breaking from the pressure. The stone had to fit between them. "There..."
Though visually I could take in my handiwork, I still had to remain mentally vigil on my hold so the whole thing would not be undone by a casual slip-up. Once in place, the stone began to sink into the wound, drawn inexoribly to the organ at the bottom of the wound. Like a stone in quicksand it was pulled to the depths.
My attention and effort was redoubled, for I had to ensure it was properly aligned as it was enclosed within its new home. Settled as the central core of Eroina's heart, the stone that had fallen dark after leaving my touch would find a new life of its own in the child. Like it would have if fused to her skull, the stone began to merge itself to her tissues so as to bond and become one with her body. As the fluxuations of power rose, might that I shaped with my mind, the part in her flesh would become undone, leaving again pristine her form.
As the strength disappeared from me, settling itself into the one it was meant for, I drifted into my own darkness. My last concious thought was how this placement would affect Eroina.