"Yes sir." Ève responded calmly. She was going to go first, and it meant that whatever she did was going to set the standard for the next applicant to live up to. However, she was glad for that, at least. She would get her performance over with, and be able to sit and watch whatever Faust had planned to present in relative comfort, after she was done.
With her heels clicking sharply on the floor, Ève walked into the adjacent chamber and into the center of the room, where she was within easy view for all of the judges present for the evaluations. The purple fabric of her dress seemed to turn a deep matte shade within the natural lighting of the "stage". Ève halted at the exact center of the stage, and paused for a moment. Her eyes subtly avoided the intent and patient glares of the judges surrounding her. Fortunately, the silence within the room seemed to be her cue to proceed, when she was ready.
With an inaudible intake of breath, Ève closed her eyes, stretched her arms outward, and began to slow raise them into the air. At the apex of her position, Ève's hands crossed each other and her hips began to gyrate in a circular fashion from the left to the right, to a beat that only she could hear. All the while, her hands began to flutter across each other with a graceful rhythm. However, her movements became more emphasized, faster, and dramatic, until it seemed to the eye that her hips were almost halfway separated from her torso. With each beat that passed, Ève could feel her vikta flowing like a calm river throughout her body. The vikta visually manifested itself as a subtle cyan aura of magic outside of her body, which formed along the surface of her arms and her chest. As she moved, the saturation of the magical aura outside of her body grew more dense. In addition, her eyes turned a solid bright cyan color, which quickly covered the entire visible surface of her eye.
Suddenly, the flow of the vikta within Ève's body grew dense and powerful like a waterfall. Her magic was primed to be unleashed to the outside world in full force, and she did not intend to hold back.
With an artful flourish from her arms, Ève generated a flurry of pure wind around her, which made the cyan aura of magic begin to swirl around her body. As the aura began to visible shift around her form, Ève initiated the next portion of her dance, in which her movements retained a flowing and energetic grace. Her movements focused heavily on her arms and her tummy, in much the same manner of a belly dancer. However, Ève's dances were completely spontaneous, but the logic and routine behind her motions could be elucidated through the rhythmic manner in which her vikta coursed within her body. In essence, the manifestation of her magic and her dance was controlled by the will of her vikta, which in truth, she possessed only rudimentary control over at her level of study and experience.
Utilizing the aura around her body as a means by which to display the potency of her air magic, Ève channeled her magic to create a large whirlwind of her aura around the the stage. Although her performance was more focused on the aesthetic of her magic rather than its unction, the practical effects of her air magic were on subtle display, especially given her ability to manipulate external forces.
Finally, with a flourish of her hands, Ève called her vikta back. The cyan aura around the stage began to disappear, along with the potent gusts of air magic within the room. She took a deep breath, and all that remained were a few beads of sweat on her skin, a subtle, yet clear sign of her exertion...
With her heels clicking sharply on the floor, Ève walked into the adjacent chamber and into the center of the room, where she was within easy view for all of the judges present for the evaluations. The purple fabric of her dress seemed to turn a deep matte shade within the natural lighting of the "stage". Ève halted at the exact center of the stage, and paused for a moment. Her eyes subtly avoided the intent and patient glares of the judges surrounding her. Fortunately, the silence within the room seemed to be her cue to proceed, when she was ready.
With an inaudible intake of breath, Ève closed her eyes, stretched her arms outward, and began to slow raise them into the air. At the apex of her position, Ève's hands crossed each other and her hips began to gyrate in a circular fashion from the left to the right, to a beat that only she could hear. All the while, her hands began to flutter across each other with a graceful rhythm. However, her movements became more emphasized, faster, and dramatic, until it seemed to the eye that her hips were almost halfway separated from her torso. With each beat that passed, Ève could feel her vikta flowing like a calm river throughout her body. The vikta visually manifested itself as a subtle cyan aura of magic outside of her body, which formed along the surface of her arms and her chest. As she moved, the saturation of the magical aura outside of her body grew more dense. In addition, her eyes turned a solid bright cyan color, which quickly covered the entire visible surface of her eye.
Suddenly, the flow of the vikta within Ève's body grew dense and powerful like a waterfall. Her magic was primed to be unleashed to the outside world in full force, and she did not intend to hold back.
With an artful flourish from her arms, Ève generated a flurry of pure wind around her, which made the cyan aura of magic begin to swirl around her body. As the aura began to visible shift around her form, Ève initiated the next portion of her dance, in which her movements retained a flowing and energetic grace. Her movements focused heavily on her arms and her tummy, in much the same manner of a belly dancer. However, Ève's dances were completely spontaneous, but the logic and routine behind her motions could be elucidated through the rhythmic manner in which her vikta coursed within her body. In essence, the manifestation of her magic and her dance was controlled by the will of her vikta, which in truth, she possessed only rudimentary control over at her level of study and experience.
Utilizing the aura around her body as a means by which to display the potency of her air magic, Ève channeled her magic to create a large whirlwind of her aura around the the stage. Although her performance was more focused on the aesthetic of her magic rather than its unction, the practical effects of her air magic were on subtle display, especially given her ability to manipulate external forces.
Finally, with a flourish of her hands, Ève called her vikta back. The cyan aura around the stage began to disappear, along with the potent gusts of air magic within the room. She took a deep breath, and all that remained were a few beads of sweat on her skin, a subtle, yet clear sign of her exertion...
