It was a strange kind of magic, Simmaeri thought. But then, why should she not believe? Wasn't it part of the dreams many of her own kind had spun? To change – to truly change. To be something new. A frightening concept. What would it do to Collette? Would she be Simmaeri?

She wouldn't know by hesitating. Perhaps, she thought quickly, she would be her, and teach her to speak those words. And for that reason, Simmaeri's head drew close again, her breath still filled with a chill.

I would very much like to see this, she said, mixed with a murmuring rumble. This trick, she thought. Show me.