Moirin & Fairy Godmother
“Oh, um, alright!” she beamed. Moirin concentrated, snapping her fingers and making a china tea set appear in midair by where they sat. Both cups were filled with fresh Oolong tea. “I use this skill quite a bit. My husband is very fond of tea. Would you care for a cup?”
Fairy Godmother clapped. It was refreshing to see old tricks, such as these, still being taught. "That was wonderful, dear! I'd love a cup."














