It lay onthe grass, sparkling. It was crafted of gold and silver so fine Siofra felt as if it would shatter if she was to breathe on it. Fine fronds spun away gently from a central core like spider webs in the morning dew. She picked it up gently from one end as wings of woven metal draped themselves across her fingers. They flowed as if they were liquid. It was the most beautiful thing Siofra had ever seen.

She held it to her chest, looking down and swiveling in to sunlight filtered through trees. Was it jewelry? She didn't know. It seemed like it could be but she couldn't quite picture how it would be worn.

As she twirled it beneath her fingers, she found it was far tougher than her first impressions. It began to spin on its own momentum. Then it began to hum softly. As she moved it out of a patch of sun she noticed that it began to glow. It was glowing and humming on its owns. Siofra was in awe. Then it began to float.

It hovered lightly above her hand, a floating web of silver and gold. A glowing orb humming to its own music. It reshaped itself from a flat tapestry of finely woven artistry into a sphere. Shew blew on it and it rippled beneath her puff of air, puckering slightly before drifting off her palm and back into the dappled sun. The sphere began to smooth and thin. It reshaped itself again, this time as a thin half moon. Lobes emerged as the sphere flattened and began to wave. Like a butterfly of mist, it began to fly away.