"Getting into and out of it, and using your mindscape and your body at the same time, become easier with practice," Rose tells Stella.
"I want in on this too," decides Aegis, and there's a chorus of agreement from all of the other Bells too, and they all start floatily meditating.
"Big old indigo-colored swath of nothing with a sun in the middle of it," says Juliet.
"...My and Edward's cottage in Norway," murmurs Golden quietly, opening her eyes.
"My aura has been developing for five years," says Rose. "It takes a lot of enchanting to get it to this level. It was barely noticeable for the first year."
"So we pentagon the skill and our Wh- Jokers and in a couple cases our Sherlocks have some fun," says Stella.
"I may have a slight problem," Golden observes after a silence.
"Ooh, yeah," says Shell Bell, "I bet he'd volunteer and everything but you wouldn't want to, would you? And it's not like coins where he can just hand you a pile of them and you don't have to involve yourself in the making."
Nathan snaps his fingers. "See about Eights," he suggests. "She's not at this party, but you can always make a trip or just call her. She's not -" He makes a vague gesture. "About it. Not necessarily anyway. Could be very strictly professional about it."
"Channeling hurts, Jokers get off on it, and Golden is way too monogamous to do anything that's going to turn anybody on with somebody who isn't her husband," summarizes Pattern.
"Ahhh, gotcha," says Sandy, nodding. "Eights is a good pick, then, it's like half the time she doesn't even notice it."
"I'll get in touch with her after the party. I suppose developing an aura is hardly urgent," says Golden, "I've done without this long. It is nicely intimidating, though."
"Yours may not turn out exactly like mine," says Rose. "My books described a variety of possible auras - yours will suit you, and so it could be similar to mine as you are similar to me, but I wouldn't expect them to be identical. Of course, if you don't like it, suppression is easy." She draws her aura back into herself, and she suddenly no longer gives of an outward pressure of power, magic, majesty, and then she lets it out again.