Krisia had her apprentice with her and was walking the nervous man through the details of layering human magic around a shifter covered in fey magic over wild magic. It was not a simple procedure, so while they figured it out, Eileen baked cookies. There were glyphs, charms and fragments of her body required for the event, so she partially shifted and clipped her claws. Krisia took the samples gingerly and looked at them from every angle. “Do they always look like this?” Eileen examined them. “Yup. When I clip living claws, they look like that.” The transporter smiled. “Can I call someone else in? My husband has to see this.” Eileen shrugged. “Sure. The second batch of cookies is ready to go in, so no worries. If you aren’t pressed for time, I am not in a hurry.” Delighted, Krisia fished out her phone and made a call. The words, “No, you really need to see this,”
