Room 421, Wednesday Night (Post Fashion-Show)

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa did not know exactly how someone went about making a room look magic-friendly.

Okay, her room always looked magic-friendly, because it was her room and she was a Sorceress. But specifically, Tara was coming over so they could practice doing magic together, like, joint spells, and that made Rinoa wonder if she should somehow set the proper mystical tone.

She had the massive boxes and crates in some semblance of order piled onto the other bed already, since they were almost done (!!!) and about to go back to her father (!!!!!!), so that helped. She cleared an open floorspace where they could work, and sent Angelo to play with Squall for the night. She lit a few candles and placed them around the room, dimming the lights and then opening the window to let in a nice breeze. Wait, did that seem more mystical or date-y? Magic was hard.

(Just for the lovely life_inshadow please!)

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[life_inshadow]

Tara looked at her for a moment.

"You ... told me a lot of it," she said. "Back when we went to help Seifer. I get that it's scary to you."

She bit her lip. "Rinoa, if this freaks you out, we can ... hang out and paint our nails or listen to music or something. It's fine."

[angelo_wings]

Right. When Ellone had been kidnapped. She had been so panic-stricken then that she hadn't recalled how much she had explained, and afterwards -- ugh. Afterwards had been hell.

"It doesn't," she said. "I mean, it always does a little, but ... what scares me are the big things. When I use so much that I lose myself, and I can't find my way back. But that's huge things, and I feel like ... when I do magic with people, they serve as anchor points. And Squall's a bigger presence in my head now. So I'm not ... scared about doing this. Honest. I thought ..."

She laughed, sheepishly. "I thought maybe you were worried, about me, and wanted the chance to bail out. Which is okay. I mean. If you do."

Esthar had tried to send her into space, when they found out she was the Sorceress. She was used to a wary reception, and she couldn't say she blamed anybody for it, considering the Sorceress Wars.

Rinoa shook her head. "Okay. Let's start this over. I want to do magic. You want to do magic. I'm not going to go crazy, and you're not going to go crazy. Wanna do some magic?"

[life_inshadow]

"I, um, would have accidentally-on-purpose forgotten to show up if I was scared," Tara said sheepishly. "So yeah. Starting over. I .... wanna do some magic. Nice magic."

[angelo_wings]

"Nice magic!" Rinoa agreed, gesturing to the spot on the floor across from her. "Happy magic. Something simple and light. Any ideas?"

[life_inshadow]

"Light," Tara said, and brushed her hair out of her face. "I'm ... not just repeating. I mean, we could make like ... little Christmas lights. That would maybe just last for a day or two."

[angelo_wings]

"Seriously?" Rinoa's face -- well. To say it lit up would be an irresistable narrative pun, but it would be an accurate one, as well. "That would be so cool. Would they follow us around or stay in one place?"

She could decorate her room like that.

She held her hands out. "Show me," she said, before pulling them back. "Wait, do we need ... ingredients, or something?"

She knew Tara's magic worked differently than hers. She was willing to let Tara steer.

[life_inshadow]

"Not for this," Tara said, and took Rinoa's hands carefully. "I need to chant, but you can just ... concentrate. Sort of, um, picture lights floating near the ceiling. It's ... easier if they stay in one place? But I could do ones that follow us, too."

She was nervous and happy, in roughly equal proportions.

[OOC: YOU SAW NOTHING.]

[angelo_wings]

"However it works," Rinoa said easily, clasping her hands around Tara's. "If it works better if they don't follow us, then just having stars in here would be incredible. Angelo would go crazy."

And she could pull Squall in here for an indoor picnic at night. It would be amazing.

She closed her eyes, focusing as best she could. The first lights she imagined were white round balls of Holy, swooping through the sky, healing magic turning itself inside out. No -- make them smaller, sparkling, more like the ones on the tree at Sookie's house. Glowing with potential and hovering in a gentle pattern along the ceiling.

[life_inshadow]

"It makes Moxy insane when i try this back in my room," Tara told the other girl, a sly smile playing about her lips.

And then her lips moved in a muted prayer. fingers flexing as she held the words -- held the concepts -- in her mind. Asking for the lights to happen. It wasn't the most totally moral use of powers ever, but ... a couple little Christmas lights never hurt anyone.

The spell clicked into place, and Tara opened her eyes. Squinted at the ceiling.

It was full of stars.

"Look up, Rinoa."

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa glanced up, and -- her breath caught. Oh.

"It's ... it's gorgeous," she said, drinking it in, somewhat awed. "... That's ..."

And then she couldn't help giggling. There was something a bit giddy about working together, and just ... drinking in stars on her ceiling.

"How did you .... ?"

[life_inshadow]

"Um, well, I can't ... make anything that didn't exist already? I can only change it," Tara explained. She was hugging herself in quiet satisfaction. "But ... basically what I did was I ... kind of called down a tiny tiny bit of the sun's energy and told it what I wanted it to look like. But you helped a lot. These are ... brighter than I would have managed on my own."