Small vines grew out of the ground to meet Michaels fingertips and he began flickin his fingers around until the vines started wraping around each other and formed a tightly woven wristband slowly wraping up from the ground into his hand. He grabbed his flask out of Vals hand and replaced it with the wristband "One... never... ever waste my liquor again, and two never waste my liquor again... if you can mount that compass in a bracet it'll hold.. granted it won't be stronger than steel but that vine won't break for years past me." Michael remembered the day his sister had taught him how to make those, she had always been much more delicate in her work and it showed in his. That wristband was probobly his best work with diffrent colors of vines from all over the world, the center had exotic blue colored vines in the center that jumped back and forth from the edges to the center making a wavy pattern across the whole band. If you took the band and fliped it around the same waves where there in a reverse patern. He thought the design rather fit the girl who would be wearing it.