<div class="floatright">(http://www.millaj.com/pics/uv151.jpg)</div><br/><div align="center">Zoe Lirlun (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=94371.msg4117433#msg4117433)<br/></div><br/>While staring at her eyes Zoe's hands seemed to have a slow life of their own. The prick which produced blood seemed distant, as if another did it. Soon Zoe's hand was carefully scrolling her name on the parchment without any of the runes being even glanced at. Proud handwriting, Calligraphy. Perfect.<br/><br/><strong>"Certainly ... " </strong>the word fell from Zoe's lips within a slow nod.<br/><br/>The moment the flourishing ended something felt different. As if something in her chest was present. Something new. Zoe blinked then stared at her hands holding the quill. It felt wrong, but right. Confusion soon followed, one that saw her on her legs as the quill fell from her hand before a twirl about the room made more things make sense.<br/><br/>There was a feeling of power ... power that shadowed what she had before. She felt she could<em>summon</em>.  Create. A smile crossed her lips, the feeling felt sweet, so much sweeter than earning each and every scrap of power by studying book after book after book.... a feeling that teased her to try. Zoe slowly placed her forefinger to her lips and exhaled across one outstretched feminine finger. A whirl of glowing mist accompanied her breath which intertwined in an incredible complex pattern while it's light darkened to reveal a butterfly resting perched on Zoe's finger tip, flapping its wings slowly as if just finishing a long flight.<br/><br/>Zoe exhaled again this time with lips closed, low groan of promise and wonder while staring at the noble woman.