Lying in bed next morning, Grizbut thought about the great success of the launch the night before. But just as her head was about to get caught up in all the details, she felt a change in her room.
A of appeared and a very still Grizbut watched in wonder as it slowly danced its way across the room. It reached a jug of water and moved through it without getting wet, or leaving so much as a ripple on its surface. It then hit a large mirror and bounced off dramatically, hitting the floor, leaving the mirror intact. But it soon resumed its steady trek across the room to finally disappear. Grizbut smiled in gentle awe. The Old Ways always knew how to touch her.