Beathan was amazed at the ease with which young Esswynn handled the weave. Hundreds of years ago he had watched her ancestress, Essa, do so with even greater finesse. This youngster was good, but lacked some of the mastery that her grandmother had exhibited But that was before Beathan had taken her to find her parents. For some reason. After that visit, Essa strangely seemed to have lost much of her expertise. Much to his puzzlement.
Concentrating on the spell, Beathan returned his full attention to his companions and their effort.
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