Grace was awed by the breadth of her new power. Before, she had had some control over stone, but now the very ground she walked on was a part of her. She felt everything in the caverns, from the slow drip of an underground lake to the scurrying of rodents. She reached out with one hand and brushed the wall, closing the passage they had just taken and shifting the direction of the one they stood in. With a little more effort, she found a cluster of brightly glowing crystals in a cavern bellow her and coaxed a shard off and up through the floor, crafting a stone lantern to hold it.

With the new illumination, Grace could see what her magic had told her to be true. She picked up the lantern and followed the new path, her footsteps echoing in the cave without the wind and rain that had been present outside. [i]Once we have escaped, what price would you ask of me, Shaiollesh?[/i] She asked the God of Caverns. She was grateful for the power she was given, but she wasn't foolish enough to assume it was given freely. Gods didn't think the way humans did. [i]Or maybe they do.[/i] Grace thought sullenly, remembering how she was hunted and captured simply for enjoying her craft.