Not but a table away a certain dragon watched the cat with some manner of curiosity, not wishing to interrupt the workings of the spell the feline was clearly weaving, at least for her. She could sense the weaving of a spell so close by, and with but a thought she shifted her vision to observe the flows of energy that resulted at the culmination of the felines spell. She couldn't help but sense a familiarity between this felines magic and the magics Rhiow had used, even in the brief times she had encountered such.

She would wait until after the Feline had woven his magic before she would speak up, "A fine use of a spell indeed," she would comment with some amusement at the result of the magic, having the slop in such a form would be far more appetizing than its current form. "Greetings, in any event,"