Alysse bent down to pet the cat, having paused in a park. Sitting on a bench, she pulled a small pouch out of her pocket, opening it she poured out a bit of sand onto the bench and tossed in a pebble. Watching the sand intently she touched it with her god-powers moving it about the pebble. Wearing it away little by little. Slowly working intricate designs upon the stone. Her brows knitting in concentration. Pulling her legs under her she didn't look away from the whirlwind of sand as the movement speed up. It was a slow process, but peaceful and it kept her in practice. To be good at something and stay good, one needed to do it correctly and well. Her mother had drummed this into her at a young age. [i]"Anything worth doing is worth doing correctly! Don't stick half your hand in something when you need the full hand to grasp it!"[/i] Having taken this approach to the rest of her life, Moira O'Neil had applied it to helping neighbors and thus it had led to her death. Still her daughter continued to follow it. Watching the stone she moved the whirlwind into the sun, biting her lip in focus. Small details were never easy.