Heather smiles brightly. "I spun the yarn from morning fog and different kinds of water. I used my magic to make those things more solid, and then I knit from the yarn that it made."

She gestures with one hand to the sitting room. There are several other balls of yarn, stacked in baskets around the place, and while Heather's current project -- vaguely sweater-shaped at this point -- occupies one chair, there is another armchair and a two-seat sofa that stand empty.

"Would you like to sit and talk about it?"