Blow a hot breath up into her hair, she channeled her magic through the vine like tattoos that wove themselves around her arm. Two of the blossoming flowers withered, their sapphire and garnet hues bleeding away. Focusing on the warm sensation rippled across her skin as she crafted the spell formula. Power flowered into the palm of her hand welling up there. A meta of stability. Runes of binding. Close the circle and...
A sizzling rune of azure power flickered in the air. Its brilliant light shot out, piercing the world around her in a sphere. The power of the rune stitched the crystals into place, binding them. Taking a moment, Irana considered if she should keep the rune there, fixed to the palm of her hand. Her eyes once more shifted over to the lantern once more.
