It was a string, a single string, in a gigantic ball of yarn rolled up and around the place. A single string amidst an infinite of others. Lass felt herself reach out and SNAGGED it, pulling it and tugging on it until she could pull it. It felt as if she could simply pull the string TO her...<br/><br/>...but that was not practical at the time. Lass stretched her back a bit as she stood back up, and began to walk her way over to the other end of that string. AS she got closer, she could FEEL the crystal through the string; it was... chatty, to put it mildly. Yet it wasn't quite words, but rather something else, something more... emotional, hungry, restless. She kept the 'string' she held tight, not inclined to let it go until she had her crystal in her hand.<br/><br/>She also took this time to reconsider her master about the crystal; there was something more to this than it being a shiny rock...