She touches the rock, gentle. "Loved, for Karma clings to it," she says. "And stones such as these DO have a use in certain magics, particularly wards."

Neferet has good instincts, perhaps.

"Humans who can sense such things without training are as rare as dragons," she explains. "Literal, metaphorical, both or neither, impossible to say at this point." She chuckles. "You find the most wonderful treasures, my love."

"I would train Neferet myself, when the time comes," she adds, finishing off drying Skellig's wings. "She needs to be with her mother now, and I fear my teaching is not best suited to a beginner. But, when she is older...."