Winged Magic de Mary H. Herbert
She knew the Turics did not approve of sorcery. They did not despise it with the fervent zeal of past generations of clanspeople, but like anything not understood, sorcery was condemned in Turic society. In order not to infuriate the already defensive tribesmen, she would have to work surrepticiously and pray no one noticed her spell.
She smoothed all expression off her face and looked about for a useful vessel. [...]
Kelene concentrated on what she wanted. She felt the magic around her in the earth, the grass, the stone of Concil Rock ; with her mind she pulled the magic into her will, shaped it to her design, and silently whispered her spell to clarify exactly what she wanted. When she pulled her hand away, the red wine was gone, replaced by a crystal yellow liquid that smelled of honey and spices.