The surface of the sphere rippled, tiny tendrils reaching out along the lines of the shadows patterning Hayley's hand, slinking along her palm. It wasn't much, and the very instant Hayley was distracted by the sight they would snap back into the sphere, but it was all they needed.

Solomon smiled. "Shadows always want to be manipulated. It's in the very nature of their existence to shift and change according to the whims of something else. They crave direction." He lowered his hand. "Very good. I can safely say you have some aptitude for magic from my dimension."