Blanket

“Let’s make something else,” Darkstalker said, flicking his tail happily. He seized one of the blankets from his bed and wrote, Enchant this blanket to keep any dragon it covers at the exact perfect temperature. Grinning, he flung it over Clearsight’s shoulders.

“Ooooo,” she said. She hadn’t even realized she was cold until the blanket’s magical warmth swept through her.

Darkstalker C11