The Artful was having a good morning. Grandma Isaac had whispered something deep down into her ear about the amber fountain being ready again…’ready again’ she had drawled in that smoky voice , so that Artful started to text Demeter even before the ancient woman had taken her mouth away from her ear. Now there was something to say to Demeter and the Artful smiled. She always wanted to have things to say to Demeter, special things and now the amber fountain was reshaped. How they could travel again. All sorts of shapes leapt into her vision drenched in amber light. What promises!