It can't hurt, after all. Not to mention that Ange does find herself a little bit curious how someone would view her magic through that sort of method - especially when there's still so much about her power she doesn't know. It might be a chance to find out something new.
So she holds out her hand in front of her, takes in a deep breath, and then lets the magic flow through it. The hand glows with a golden light, and from the light emerges a cloud of butterflies, seemingly made out of nothing but golden light. Ange wills them to fly to the ground, settling down there.
They can definitely be detected through echolocation, even if it might be a bit of a faint signal, given how little weight and size they have to them. They're definitely sized like just regular butterflies, after all, but they feel a little off compared to the real deal. Even more faint, like they're barely there.
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It can't hurt, after all. Not to mention that Ange does find herself a little bit curious how someone would view her magic through that sort of method - especially when there's still so much about her power she doesn't know. It might be a chance to find out something new.
So she holds out her hand in front of her, takes in a deep breath, and then lets the magic flow through it. The hand glows with a golden light, and from the light emerges a cloud of butterflies, seemingly made out of nothing but golden light. Ange wills them to fly to the ground, settling down there.
They can definitely be detected through echolocation, even if it might be a bit of a faint signal, given how little weight and size they have to them. They're definitely sized like just regular butterflies, after all, but they feel a little off compared to the real deal. Even more faint, like they're barely there.
"Can you feel that? That's my power."