"The Master is fond of tea," Angus admitted, nodding his head. "But it's frustrating for him now. The cups are far too small and delicate, and cannot hold more than what amounts to a single sip in his current size. And he finds drinking from a bowl undignified. Still..." he mused "... it is a fairly simple spell. It might be a good one to start with."

The seemed to shimmer a bit as Mikayla read, the words shifting about on the page, forming symbols that suddenly began to make sense to the young woman. Words formed on her lips and tongue, causing them to tingle as she spoke them.? A feeling of power came over her, flowing from the symbols on the page into her fingers as she moved them from line to line. And the words she spoke into the air took on color and substance, swirling in an incandescent cloud that she found she could manipulate and cause to move in whatever direction she cast her gaze.

"Excellent, mistress," Angus said, unable to mask his excitement.? "Now, try to make your conjuration take form. Just focus on what you want it to be.? If the spell is properly bound to your will, it will respond.? Something simple would be best." ?

Back in his chamber, the Dragon remained asleep, but even in his slumber he could feel the working of magic emanating from the other part of the keep.? It was familiar, and yet different somehow. The working of something he himself had done but by someone whose technique was new to him.? "Yes," he murmured, a wisp of smoke trailing from his nostrils. "Let the work guide you..."

?- Mikayla -

Mikayla concentrated. Her mind hearing Angus but she was so focused she did not respond. However, she did feel the words of praise...encouragement moving through her spirit pushing her forward.?

She saw vivid color and felt keenly everything she was doing. She had one task. She had no intention of stopping until that task was completely. In fact, Mikayla was so focus on her task, she stood at the books for hours. Ignoring natural bodily necessities such as food or sleep and everything else.?

She didn’t know if Angus had stayed the whole time or if her had come and gone. She has no concept of seconds...minutes or hours...only the work...

Several hours laters. She stopped. Drained...looking up from the book she looked at the table and frowned. No tea cup. Nothing. Feeling dejected, Mikayla felt extremely tired. Moving to the tiny cot within the room, Mikayla has just enough energy to strip off her dress to her chemist before exhaustion took her under.?

Mikayla had no idea that down within the kitchen, appearing on the table was a mug, and fork/spoon combination large enough for The Dragon to take tea and eat in the civilized manner she saw that he wanted to.