Taking Hermione's curiosity as permission, she repeated the spell twice more in quick succession--the first caused the crystal to begin growing, and the second, in a small flash of light, to powder it. It began to drift very slowly floorward as a scintillating cloud. Pretty, but not of any seeming use until Lenneth gathered her skirts, hopped nimbly above it, and landed as if it were as solid as the nearby table. She "rode" it down to the floor, the particles fading and disappearing as they touched down, leaving no hint that anything had ever been there. Lenneth smoothed her skirts and pulled the chair out to sit again.

"It can carry you farther, if there is space for it to do so," she gestures toward the railing that separated their second story balcony from the rotunda below, "A small thing, but versatile.

"As far as the rest--well." she lifts her shoulders slightly, then drops them. "I had few skills that could be considered magic to begin with. I am no true sorcerer."