Iocale, she had been named at birth; Jewel. And as she had grown she had become the jewel of her family, the pride of her home. Not for her beauty, for she was a rather ordinary featured girl, but for her skill in transfiguration. People had come to their tiny village from far and wide to see her talents – her transfigurations were always perfect, and never lost their form, needing no constant meagre feed of magic to keep them stable. Iocale wove the spells, sitting at a loom and creating beautiful tapestries as a way to focus and channel and embed her magic. She became famous, and her family became rich and respected.