[And, good as Molly is at this game, she tenses. What she's about to do is something she's been warned against, but right now she figures it's worth the risk in... so many ways.
She stares down at her newly enchanted shoes and opens her Sight.
What she sees when she opens her eyes are... the shoes that she was wearing when she left the house, and swirling around them, a maelstrom of strange, sickly, purple light. A shift? It felt strange, like oil in her mind. But not true, transformative magic, nothing permanent - it barely had anything other than the consistency of an illusion.
She released her sight after no more than a few seconds. There was no need to look for long. She'd never forget what she saw.]
Day 4 1/2
[And, good as Molly is at this game, she tenses. What she's about to do is something she's been warned against, but right now she figures it's worth the risk in... so many ways.
She stares down at her newly enchanted shoes and opens her Sight.
What she sees when she opens her eyes are... the shoes that she was wearing when she left the house, and swirling around them, a maelstrom of strange, sickly, purple light. A shift? It felt strange, like oil in her mind. But not true, transformative magic, nothing permanent - it barely had anything other than the consistency of an illusion.
She released her sight after no more than a few seconds. There was no need to look for long. She'd never forget what she saw.]