Pippin took in a deep breath as he sat in the center of La'Marri's old temple, closing his eyes as he began to focus on the ambient magical energy found throughout the place. He could feel its power flowing through every inch of his being, in and out of his talons in the same instant, running along his nerves like water follows a canal or a riverbed. Exhaling, the griffon increased his concentration, actively moving energy between his talons. It would take a moment, but soon enough, within his grasp were a sphere of pure magical energy. To most, it would look like the fabric of reality was warping in his grip, but to Pippin... It was an indescribable beauty; a soft, blue glow swirling like a gaseous ball of fire within the grasp of his claws.
Although the griffon had chosen to practice his magic in the old temple that morning in private, Pippin was in a world all his own as he gazed at the blue globe of energy in front of him, and nothing was stopping a stranger from dropping in on what he was doing...
