Pulling the pattern of its aura from memory, I energized it with the subtle combinations of Essence it needed in order to produce flesh, veins, nerves, tendons, bones, and, after a few minutes, fur. In just a few minutes, standing six inches tall, a white-coated Dungeon Kitten stood on shaking legs before us. *Mew!* Dani screamed, breaking my concentration, “AHHH! I love it! Hi, kitty! You. Are. So. Fluffy!”
