Seeing her give him a look of doubt, Morpheus added, "You can also call me whenever you feel like missing me. Just blow this whistle and I will come to you."
"How hard do I have to blow? What if you are far away from the palace? What if you are up in the mountains? Will the sound this make reach you?"
"It is enchanted by my magic spell so you have nothing to worry about. When you blow it, I will be able to hear it no matter where I am."
"Oh, but if it lets out a loud sound, won't it disturb people?"
Morpheus shook his head. "Only I will be able to hear it."
It amazed her. "But how do I use it? Do I just blow or do I also need to insert magic into it?"
At that thought, her worry deepened. The only magic she was capable of using was a basic manifestation of fire at the moment. If she needed to use magic on this wooden whistle, wouldn't it burn into charcoal?
