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Brigid had the door to her studio propped open as she worked the clay, singing in Irish to the minerals and earth beneath her hands. It was the loveliest part about having her studio in the States. In Ireland, she'd have to disguise what she was saying and how she was talking to the earth she molded. Here, it was quite rare to find anyone who knew more than a word or two of Irish, and even then they rarely knew exactly what it meant or how to pronounce it.

Today she was making a vase for Spencer and Joel's baby when it was born. Normally, she didn't pull her magic into the pieces she made, but in this case, she wanted it to give a calming air to the nursery and the house. One that would help dissuade sickness and promote health.

With a long last pull of the tall, thin vase, she stopped the wheel and brushed a damp sponge over the clay while the wheel slowed and came to a halt. Smiling, she looked at her creation and nodded.

"Aye, that'll do it."