Ganieda nodded and closed her eyes and thought and thought about the lovely things of her old life, like cooking on the hearth and quiet voices and the ladies' laughter, which came not often, but at odd times. The general feeling of hearth and home and the color brown.
And then she began to hum, almost without her knowing that she was. And she uncurled her hand from where it was tight against her and held it out. She opened her eyes in time to see a very slight gathering of light form upon her hand.