Flynn calls the threads and soon the air around her is alight with thousands of shifting, glowing strands.

The rush of weaving is overwhelming and soon Flynn is grinning. She struggles to keep her purpose clear and sends the threads flowing out towards Cayra.

They touch Cayra's skin lightly, inquisitively, then begin twisting around and through her.


The threads between the two braid themselves into an intricate rope and Cayra begins to feel a presence, not in, but at the edge of her mind.

The last thread settles into the rope. The threads turn a brilliant gold, and vanish from sight, though not from reality.