truly relating to their thoughts. However, we can never be sure which animals are theirs, so we must always be cautious. When a blackbird watches us, we know it is a familiar, but when a fly buzzes near we have no way to tell. However, I doubt that they have many night creatures; usually they use flying animals to spy away from the castle."
He saw the situation in her mind, and agreed. We must remain hidden until darkness. Unfortunately I am growing hungry.
"But I can make food!" she protested. "All I need is something organic to transform. What do you prefer?" Oats.
She took one of the smaller stones and transformed it into a bucket. Then she found a loose hair on his back. She held it and concentrated. It became a mass of oats, which poured though her hands and floated up to the surfa
