She stroked Tal’s head, letting the child soak into the warmth in her .   Jasmine knew beforehand that this elf was a mere child in need of an anchor in her life .   A mother figure as it were .   She didn’t know if she was qualified to be in that woman’s place; if she learned only one thing from Urza Planeswalker, it’s that mana, magic, and even a planeswalker’s spark can’t solve every problem .   But here is this child, looking for someone to fill up the ripped off parts in her life . She didn’t know how to say it . “It’s all right child .    You can be with me as long as you wish . ” But she did know how to do it .   As Tal finally let go of the tears she’s been holding in all these moon cycles and bury her face in Jasmine’s chest, Jasmine caressed the elven child’s mind and heart with her own, filling in every nook and cranny in her soul .   In this instant, this planeswalker became everything to the young elven girl:   A mother’s love, a crone’s wisdom, a mentor’s teaching, a soul friend’s caress, a childhood playmate holding her hand in hers . How Tal’en’tara came to Jasmine didn’t matter anymore .   Jasmine was everything now, and she was Her’s .   To Her she belonged, like nothing else in all of Dominaria .   She belonged . “Thank you, my Lady,” Tal said between sobs of sorrow turning into joy .   “Thank you, my Lady . . . ” ---------------------------