Faye took the ball given to her by her father and rolled it between her palms as she rocked back and forth, concentrating and focusing her energy, pushing her thoughts into the vessel. She held out her hand and examined the ball, searching the tell-tale “rings of thorn”; she picked it up between her thumb and forefinger, gave it a kiss, and set it in the pot with a twist. As it spun around and around, it left a smokey, glowing trail that expanded and flowed, creating rolling plumes that slowly filled the cauldron until it overflowed; with a smile Faye softly blew away the smoke, eager for her present. As the daze cleared she found a newborn dragon crawling its way around; she dipped her hand down to pick it up, studying the beauty of its movement, and considered appropriate names for the ancient creature.
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