[ Her fingers lift up, breathing quietly a hum that would only be needed for such a small thing - a trickle of water that lifts in her magic. Far more controllable and less likely to fail these days, apparently, as she weaves it in a ribbon by curling her fingers around and around. To form the shape of a sea-dragon, a delicate creature, drifting like seaweed, translucent and made bright by the firelight reflecting through it. ]
No, not an illusion. An unveiling. [ A sigh. Dreaming and content. ] I had forgotten how beautiful it is. The wonder of it all.
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No, not an illusion. An unveiling. [ A sigh. Dreaming and content. ] I had forgotten how beautiful it is. The wonder of it all.