Trixie is beside herself (except she doesn't think of that illusion.) It invigorates her like nothing else can. She doesn't have any fireworks ready to set off with a little tap of magic. But she can do pretty lights, tiny rainbows from a borrowed glass of water, and a tiny lightning bolt sparking back and forth between two forks to earth itself artistically in a wee puff of purple smoke.
She's a tiny bit winded by the time she takes a bow, but she masks her hard breathing. It would ruin the illusion.
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Trixie is beside herself (except she doesn't think of that illusion.) It invigorates her like nothing else can. She doesn't have any fireworks ready to set off with a little tap of magic. But she can do pretty lights, tiny rainbows from a borrowed glass of water, and a tiny lightning bolt sparking back and forth between two forks to earth itself artistically in a wee puff of purple smoke.
She's a tiny bit winded by the time she takes a bow, but she masks her hard breathing. It would ruin the illusion.