Fatima couldn't help but grin while surveying the wizards quarters. A completely cluttered disaster just as her master's had been before he had her to clean up after him. 'But your not there to clean up after him anymore. You left.' The thought hit her hard and for the first time she felt the sharp stab of home sickness. Would she ever get back, and if she did would she ever feel at home there again. After such a grand adventure as this, would she ever be content to spend her days cleaning and sewing. Fatima took a deep sigh and tried to bury those thoughts as she ran her fingers over the dusty crystal ball... A short bit of one from one of my many stories. Illustration done in charcoal. Actual size...uhhh...pretty big.