Gustav Klimt dancer

Gustav Klimt dancerGustav Klimt Adam and EveFrederic Remington The Cowboy
Occasionally some sort of lighting would sparkle briefly inside the gently turning funnel of motes.
Granny blinked and looked up. The room seemed very dark.
"Odd sort of weather," she said, because she couldn't really think of anything better. Even with her eyes shut the glittering motes still danced across her vision.
"I don't think it's weather," said Hilta. "I don't actually think people can see it, but the crystal shows it. I think it's magic, condensing out of the air."
"Into she knew more about how wizards worked their magic. She had a vision of Esk filling up with magic, until every tissue and pore was bloated with the stuff. Then it would start leaking - slowly at first, arcing to ground in little bursts, but then building up to a great discharge of occult potentiality. It could do all kinds of damage.
"Drat," she said. "I never did like that staff."the staff?" "Yes. That's what a wizard's staff does. It sort of distils magic." Granny risked another glance at the crystal. "Into Esk," she said, carefully. "Yes." "There looks like quite a lot of it." "Yes." Not for the first time, Granny wished