Do you feel spirits when you cast a spell? Bits of them push through with your magic, tiny, a wisp of a wisp, free before falling back. They pool around you, water in a cup, defined, deafened, hearing only your song. They want to skate, scintillate on skin. You made them. Their maker.
I like to imagine her magic is tinged blue.
Layers had a really rude tendency to suddenly shift in between frames, so spent a lot of time going through each frame to fix that. Probably shouldn’t have gone straight from animating light pulses to animating four different things doing different things at the same time but. welp.