Patterns

"How do they keep the food warm in these boxes?" Altair asked as we made our way back up those same flight of stairs, now filled with shining lanterns all along the stone stairs. 

"It is a simple spell." I explained, taking his hands in my and whispering, "Calefacio. This will keep your hands warm for a good … five hours." 

Almost in an instant, his hands slowly grew warm, "This is nice." 

"If you concentrate enough, you are able to put that spell on anything. Some of those with a higher level of magic are able to do that to a person, as for us, we are learning how to do it with these boxes." I said, holding my finger out as we took one silent step after the other, not making any noise under us. 

"That is very innovative." He said, looking at his hand, the other hand on the cloth wrapped around him, almost as though he was too afraid to let go of it and lose it.