<div class="floatright">(http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Details-Magazine-christina-ricci-688022_387_500.jpg)</div>Abigail considered her colleague's words, and nodded her head slowly. That seemed like an acceptable compromise. Even now, she couldn't suppress a slight grin that flickered across her features, as her stomach tightened in excitement at the chance to dabble in a bit of magic. She had never shied from an excuse to show off her power, something that she knew Istvan would have chided her for.<br/><br/>The thought rocked her, but then another voice consoled her.<em>And how would the Coven have suggested using magic?</em>And then she grinned again, and nodded happily at Yzziie.<br/><br/>"So be it," Abigail assented. "Rather the dwarf's desperate hands paw you than I. I'm sure I can conjure a replacement for the irresistable Delilah." She wriggled her fingers, and a large black spider made of smoke crawled over each of her knuckles and then vanished with a puff. Abigail giggled. "I shall meet you back at the Ivy, so."<br/><br/>It was then the dwarf in question pushed passed her, a hawk alighting on his shoulder as he fired an insult over his shoulder at her. Abigail glowered after him, but then her eyes narrowed as they affixed on the hawk. Abigail's mouth twitched, and for a second she considered simply moving on, not believing that anything so thick as a dwarf could manipulate the arcane arts. But a needling, trembling curiosity rattled in the pit of her stomach, and she found that try as she may, she couldn't let it go. She knew well how she'd have been greeted by the Coven had she simply allowed something like this to escape her inquisition.<br/><br/>The child scrunched up her nose, and waved her right hand, muttering something in Undercommon under her breath. An ethereal hand materialised out of thin air, and tapped the dwarf on the opposite shoulder to the one which the hawk sat.<br/><br/>"How trained you your hawk, sirrah?" Abigail inquired gently, walking after him after banishing her Mage Hand. "I've seen falconers wearing gloves and carrying bait to entice a hawk to take perch upon them; but to do so unaided is a neat trick by the by." She licked her lips as she walked, mind brimming with question and curiosity. Quietly, she sent a signal for Lenore to follow from on high, feeling her raven's presence nibbling hungrily at the edge of her consciousness.