Putting away the sketchbook, she [Pastel Mary merged with Francisca Francesca] took an ax in each hand once more. Just waving her arms as she walked tossed up wind and shook the leaves on the surrounding trees. These axes were so heavy that it would have been the most she could do to lift them before, but now she carried them lightly, with about as much strain as holding a pencil or a pastel.
—Volume 15, Page 348