She nodded. "My Steward keeps the better one, but," she stopped walking and took her hand back, spreading both hands out like she was holding a map, and focused, then... swore softly. She closed her eyes and tried again. And frowned. She tried once more and suddenly she was holding a small carved wooden box of seeds. And a hat with a chunk missing. And a club. And a spare set of clothes. and four gold bangle bracelets. And then.... things stopped appearing, and she went dead pale, her freckles the only color on her face.