Raising her left hand she begun to skin the air around her of darkness until translucent energy filled her bubble of silence. She watched her target and surveyed its movements carefully. She perched Ictaeru on branches and followed it in places it couldn't be seen. She had sent Ictaeru to the recent past and thus in the present there would be no indication whatsoever that anything was wrong to the targets in question.A few minutes later she had drawn the outlines of the organs and the skin. She had drawn in the pops of colour and the empathetic nature of its eyes. She mimicked the sounds and created its voice. Yes... when the time came this would be real. She took the spell she existed in and stepped back while symultaneously shrinking it around the spell she had just created. Sound around her if any would resume. In her palm this flower would close around her glyph creation that was so real in release it would be impossible to find fault with. Entirely impossible, even for those who had known it their entire lives. Such a beautiful humonculous of the arcane. She tied the flower, now appearing as a marble coloured hibiscus, to her hair, allowing it to keep up a part of it as a bun. "Perfection," she uttered, briefly forgetting her company. Pale would know this side of her though. The side that became the arcane when she worked. He would perhaps know what she had done, but not of what she had done it to and not the extent of her power.
Her eyes glinted with fire and for a moment her companions would find her inhuman. "This is what we will do..." [E.]
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