Power flows out of her, in three streams that twine and tangle together, bright blue and indigo and turquoise. It slides around the rose and out into the world beyond her mindscape.
Pushing the power out of her mind stings a little, like being slapped very lightly, but all over and not fading with time.
She doesn't have to keep it up for long, though. This spell only needs a brief jolt of power to get it going. And then Belle sees her father.
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Date: 2013-03-12 08:33 pm (UTC)Pushing the power out of her mind stings a little, like being slapped very lightly, but all over and not fading with time.
She doesn't have to keep it up for long, though. This spell only needs a brief jolt of power to get it going. And then Belle sees her father.