Gregory was looking faintly uncomfortable by the time he'd joined the two women, much as he tried to hide it.  Still, he focused as best he could.<br/><br/>After all, Isabeau had chosen him for a reason.  He was<em>good</em>at this.<br/><br/>He knelt, half-vanishing amidst the mist, and laid his hands on the earth below.  Taking a deep breath, he reached down into the beach, concentrating, and began to reshape the sand.  A moment later, he opened his eyes.<br/><br/>"Got it.  Can you hold it still?"<br/><br/>He took a deep breath, raised one hand, and hurled a sharpened wedge of earth at the crack Beatrix had shown him.