It was a complicated series of impulses and reflexes that hit Adila. A lot of her wanted to embrace raw aggression - barking, burning, strength, power. But she was surprised at how... easy those instincts were to suppress. With no witnesses for her glory and no innocents to defend they just didn't seem to have any hold over her. Soothing silver light emanated from her. A princess must be graceful, right? And when better to practice being a princess than this practically unique moment when no one was watching?

It was a haphazard process, crossing the mushroom cavern. She tried the grappling hook a few times but just succeeded in creating a pointy laser. She tried to make a bridge but felt it crack under her feet and hurriedly stepped back and jumped instead. She'd never really thought to try any of Alina's tricks like this before, and now in motion was discovering that they were [i]really hard[/i]. All the while she was throwing up big sweeping light shields to keep the gigantic bat off her shoulders.

Why were the shields so easy, though? Shouldn't a bridge just be a shield for her legs? She couldn't conjure a bolas or a tangling cloak or a whip, but shields were trivial. She stopped trying to be creative and instead started to focus on the shields. She made them smaller, more focused, stronger. Instead of gigantic, dispersed bubbles of light she started conjuring patterns of dinner-plate sized discs. The Light took to it naturally. Was this the nature of her Light, then? A guardian, like Alina's blue? How far could she push this?

Less far than she had, evidently. By the time she'd made it out of the cavern the light settled on her brow like an exhausted fairy. +I'm sorry,+ she thought reflexively and it fluttered in response like a bird's heartbeat.

[Overcome with despair: 2, 4, [s]6[/s] +2 = 8. Damaging my Light for the 10+ result]