[In truth? It was a guess from Midna's coloring and the concealing cloak, and the fact that her magic uses shadows as a basis, and it was pretty obviously a part of who she was. Just because the Seer Sees All, doesn't mean she always uses her powers as a regular cheat sheet.]
Mmmm, shouldn't be too much brighter than the lights in here, just enough to be noticeable, really.
[First on the agenda, however, was a shamelessly lazy stretch that not only served the purpose of stretching, but placing her glass on a table for the waitstaff to retrieve at some point of the vicinity of eventually, then she actually sat up with a small sigh, raking her fingers through her ridiculously long hair to straighten it a bit from laying down, tugging on her shoes, and standing with a lazy grin.]
Then let us be off, then, dear.
[Altalita then turned slightly to begin casting the spell, a murmured poetic bit, ending with 'and take us where we're fated to be, I call on thee, the Summoning Gate!' is when the portal appears. It's not bright, but she was wise to be cautious nonetheless: The portal forms out of lightning. Energy crackling in the air to form a disk with a diameter wider than Midna was tall. At the edge of said disk were runic symbols of a long dead language, also formed of lightning. Glowing--though not intensely bright--and buzzing quietly in the air with an electrical hum and faint smell of ozone, a darkened room--though obviously lit up by the portal--could be seen on the other side through it.]
And this, of course, sweet, was why I asked. But after you, mademoiselle~
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Mmmm, shouldn't be too much brighter than the lights in here, just enough to be noticeable, really.
[First on the agenda, however, was a shamelessly lazy stretch that not only served the purpose of stretching, but placing her glass on a table for the waitstaff to retrieve at some point of the vicinity of eventually, then she actually sat up with a small sigh, raking her fingers through her ridiculously long hair to straighten it a bit from laying down, tugging on her shoes, and standing with a lazy grin.]
Then let us be off, then, dear.
[Altalita then turned slightly to begin casting the spell, a murmured poetic bit, ending with 'and take us where we're fated to be, I call on thee, the Summoning Gate!' is when the portal appears. It's not bright, but she was wise to be cautious nonetheless: The portal forms out of lightning. Energy crackling in the air to form a disk with a diameter wider than Midna was tall. At the edge of said disk were runic symbols of a long dead language, also formed of lightning. Glowing--though not intensely bright--and buzzing quietly in the air with an electrical hum and faint smell of ozone, a darkened room--though obviously lit up by the portal--could be seen on the other side through it.]
And this, of course, sweet, was why I asked. But after you, mademoiselle~