The light, teasing flickers of magic began to flow into Willow. At first, with the light, gentle caress of a lover. She wanted to see the girl's strength, test her resolve. She was already a delight, this little witching, but her usefulness would depend more upon how much power she could contain, rather than just how well she could weild it.
"Don' go an build it slow, witchling. De power already be dere. Shake dem down t' de foundations." Her voice held a purr of pleasure. "I hold you. I watch. You take."