Lulu's eyes lit up. If what he was saying meant what she thought it meant, there was a chance. She smiled and held out the palm of her hand. "It would be a sphere, large enough to fit in the palm of my hand. It would look like it were made out of water, but be solid to the touch, rimmed in gold." Of the hundreds of thousands of spheres that had been taken in Spira, she hoped a good one had come through.