Now that she had the wood for her gandr, the blonde needed to chant again. She really liked the chanting, y'know. It made her want to dance and stuff which yeah, was probably weird but still. It was fun. She figured if she needed to do a big project like this she might as well enjoy herself. Just saying. Anyway....chanting.

The blonde stood a little straighter and cleared her throat, wanting to be clear when she spoke. She supposed that was important when chanting, yeah? Yeah. Seemed legit. She then consulted her notes before beginning. Here goes nothing...

"Wight if Yew, accept my thanks.
Henceforth may your might be in this branch!
Magically bound to the bright runes of the Elder Furthark,
Working my will with speed and wisdom."

...Good? Dramatic chanting wasn't her specialty but she liked to think she gave it a certain something extra. Like...a little dramatic flair that others might not have. Gran would have been proud.