Kitty rubbed her temples as she tried to focus on her studies. Books were opened to pages and strewn all over the table she sat at.

It wasn't long before she tossed the book she was trying to read into the pile before her with a sigh and leaned back. This was frustrating. It wasn't that she lacked the power. It seemed to be more that she was dealing with too much power and didn't know how to keep it under control.

Khar-Lohn was right... partially. If it wasn't for the spells Tass had placed up around where she practiced, she more than likely would've not only blown herself up, but every structure within a three mile radius. However, he didn't seem too concerned. If anything, he seemed amused at how she made things explode instead of whatever she was actually intending. Perhaps his knowledge that he has placed proper safeguards which prevented any real damage occurring allowed him to be so laid back about it.

She scowled to herself and jammed her hands into her pockets as she glared at the books before her. Then her clawed fingertips found the pyramid shaped object that had been sitting in there for months.

She tugged out that item and looked at it. It was a glass pyramid created with the intention of holding souls. Something that came in rather handy when she was dealing with people whom were possessed. However, this one presently was holding a simple silver acorn.

It looked harmless enough. But anything left behind by Melantha was rarely harmless. The Dream Witch had a history of messing with people for her own amusement. Kitty doubted she would deliberately harm someone in the family. But... there were no certainties. It didn't take a psion to know that woman wasn't exactly entirely stable at times.

Then there was Aleron. The Ancient wouldn't touch it. He also claimed it belonged to Kitty, even though she hadn't physically touched it. Apparently even a telekinetic touch was enough.

She balanced the pyramid in her palm, the other hand sending it spinning in her hand like a child's toy. She debated what to do with it as she watched it twirl. The soft candle light nearby glinted off each facet of the pyramid as it spun, causing a rather mesmerizing sight until it slowed to a gradual stop.

Well, if it was already "hers", what damage could it do if she actually touched it? And if it did cause her harm, she had faith that it could be undone.

And so, she reached up and undid the lock that held the object closed. A clawed finger reached in for the acorn, hesitated for a split second, then finally touched the shiny silver bauble.

And suddenly it was gone! Her yellow serpent eyes widened in surprise as the acorn apparently was sucked into her skin. The violet glow flared around her eyes much as it did when she was practicing her magic, she felt a brief tingle, and then it was gone.

Well, she wasn't dead... right?

"Amazing moredhel, you've improved quite a bit lately."

"Your shocked tone gives me such a vote of confidence, lizard."

Kitty glanced aside at the gold dragon as he observed her practice. What he didn't know was she had gotten some additional advice from her sister.

"I don't know what's going wrong, Chryrie. It seems the harder I concentrate, the more difficult it is."

"That's your problem, Kitty. You're thinking too much about it. That's what psions usually do. They overthink. Magic is meant to be felt. Feel the power within you and then let it flow. Eventually you'll figure out how to manipulate it to do what you want."

"Well it hasn't helped I keep getting those horrid visions thanks to that DreamWitch."

"Don't worry about her. In fact, the more you fret about it, the more it will come up, and distract you. I'm not sure of her intentions, but you must admit, it's made you more determined.

"There is that..."

And so, Kitty did exactly that. She simply felt the magic flow through her. And each day she would focus on nothing else but that feeling and how she wanted to alter it. Until...

"By the Dreamer, you've actually done it."

Khar-Lohn was staring in amazement down the field. She had managed to change the target into a pot of flowers. They were dead flowers, but it was a huge improvement over simply exploding them.

Kitty just grinned as she looked at her accomplishment. "Yeah... I did."

And like that... the weight of an intrusion inside her fizzled away. The visions were gone, and she knew it.