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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[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."