When the wind began to howl and spit, the Watcher gusted into the small cavern that housed his special guest. Still he hummed, more softly now, as he stared with no eyes at the small and curious Cerndyr just born from the twilight itself. The Watcher was amazed by such a delightful little creature and he clapped and raved while holding out the coil he’d made so long ago. It bobbed against the slight draft that pressed into the cave and the Watcher twirled and danced just behind it. He was a distorted image of nothing in particular, his shape ever-changing, but his message was clear: the Tesla Coil was a present just for the reader of the mirror.
At last he laid the coil beside the newborn Cerndyr, his tune slowing momentarily to congratulate the tiny babe, and he ghosted about the cave in child-like merriment. Soon the Haruspex would welcome his friends and the Watcher would greet them with his songs before retiring into the night where one without anything belonged.