Lillith had gone out to see the area that Pike had dressed in snow for the day. After a short time of trying to plan an illusion, she returned to her room to sketch it instead. When she returned, it was late afternoon.

In a large open space, there appeared a small carousel of horses in wintery purples and blues, silver and white. Simple music, light and lively accompanied its turning, and off to the side and above, a band of faerie dragons each no more than two feet long, flew a graceful aerial ballet. Every so often, they returned to perch atop the carousel as such creatures would do if real, and chattered playfully among themselves in Sylvan.

She had never created such a complex scene before, but since she had no need of deceiving and only wished to entertain, she felt no nervousness, and sat nearby sipping hot cocoa and enjoying the snow and the magical sight.