[ She gives him a nod of acknowledgement, and the tiny unicorn approaches to reproachfully size Mat up with a sniff, in response to his daring to address Julie. While she would ordinarily scold Duke for being rude in someone else's domain, she's pretty deep in thought and does not address it. ]
Of course we can switch stuff up here, but some people make specific places. It'd be rude as hell to change the shape of the pond someone grew up on or spread their mom's ashes on, or whatever. But if you're good with it...
[ Taking a breath, she raises her arms. Instead of visibly manifesting, creating each change one by one, a wave of magic seems to unfurl across the ground, from her lavender-painted toenails to the other side of the pond. The visibly pink aura lingers at the edges of the pond, which begin to smoothly shift and change. They aren't massive changes by any means -- the back side curls to create a better pool area, slightly narrower than the front side. Rocks and plants emerge from the ground, surrounding the pond with flowering bushes in white, pale pink, bright orange, their leaves overhanging the water, picturesque. In the smaller pool, a stack of stones appears, housing a steady waterfall that hits the water with an unending white froth. Other rocks dot the edges of the pond at random, though they are are all the right height and degree of flatness to be used as impromptu seats.
As that wave of magic dissipates, a second, more active wave follows. Still bright pink, it makes shapes above the water now. A small gazebo in the center of the pond, holding only a porch swing big enough for two. A low, arched bridge in maple wood, leading from one side into the pavilion. A weeping willow hangs over the water. Lily pads form green polka dots across the surface, ranging from palm-sized to giant Amazonian ones, large enough for a person to sleep on. The flowers are scattered, white and yellow and soft pink, throughout the green.
When the third wave comes, it is in the shape of animals. A dozen large fish appear under the surface of the water, swimming as if they have always been there. They are in a variety of colors, many calico; bright orange and red, white, black. Small turtles scoot along rocks and lily pads. Two snow-white, long-necked swans glide gracefully through the water together.
The whole thing shimmers in the air for a moment, rosy and gold at the same time, then becomes set, firm. Julie puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head as she looks over her work, assessing it. ]
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Of course we can switch stuff up here, but some people make specific places. It'd be rude as hell to change the shape of the pond someone grew up on or spread their mom's ashes on, or whatever. But if you're good with it...
[ Taking a breath, she raises her arms. Instead of visibly manifesting, creating each change one by one, a wave of magic seems to unfurl across the ground, from her lavender-painted toenails to the other side of the pond. The visibly pink aura lingers at the edges of the pond, which begin to smoothly shift and change. They aren't massive changes by any means -- the back side curls to create a better pool area, slightly narrower than the front side. Rocks and plants emerge from the ground, surrounding the pond with flowering bushes in white, pale pink, bright orange, their leaves overhanging the water, picturesque. In the smaller pool, a stack of stones appears, housing a steady waterfall that hits the water with an unending white froth. Other rocks dot the edges of the pond at random, though they are are all the right height and degree of flatness to be used as impromptu seats.
As that wave of magic dissipates, a second, more active wave follows. Still bright pink, it makes shapes above the water now. A small gazebo in the center of the pond, holding only a porch swing big enough for two. A low, arched bridge in maple wood, leading from one side into the pavilion. A weeping willow hangs over the water. Lily pads form green polka dots across the surface, ranging from palm-sized to giant Amazonian ones, large enough for a person to sleep on. The flowers are scattered, white and yellow and soft pink, throughout the green.
When the third wave comes, it is in the shape of animals. A dozen large fish appear under the surface of the water, swimming as if they have always been there. They are in a variety of colors, many calico; bright orange and red, white, black. Small turtles scoot along rocks and lily pads. Two snow-white, long-necked swans glide gracefully through the water together.
The whole thing shimmers in the air for a moment, rosy and gold at the same time, then becomes set, firm. Julie puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head as she looks over her work, assessing it. ]
There. Way better.