"You've got some aura," Angela says. "Nothing specific, just the signal that you're an enchantress."
"Specific? Like - ooh." She peers at Angela and Amariah. "Like that. Well, you wouldn't notice anything specific about Rose if you put her in a vacuum with no plants, either, maybe I just work with something that isn't in the room." She shrugs, unperturbed.
"You're sure?" Angela asks. "I'm not sure how cumulative this is, will you only want to stop again in a few minutes, would it be better to wait?"
"It'll be fine," he says, cuddling her, "I might take the other kind of break in a little while, but I wanna do some now."
"Okay then. Here goes!" And she scoops him up and teleports them back down to the portion of the planet they've been working on.
"Think we'll go track down Ghosty," he says. "See ya."
"If that's what we're calling it now. I'm going to see if Beast's free." [Hey Beast! Want to get some enchanting on? My sweetie's occupied.]
Golden is up to full strength first, and she is very vampirey.
Pattern's is confusing, because she claims she's flaring it but no one else can notice anything - but if she and Rose both hold steady instead of flaring at all, a comparing observer can determine her to be at parity. She carries on working a bit longer anyway, puzzled, because Queenie's holding up quite well.
Aegis's aura is most obvious to her, because instead of broadcasting things about her to everyone else - well, it does, but not like the nonhumans do - it gives her greater convenience with her already above-standard dexterity and her gravitic flight power. If she was a dancer before, now she's a Muse, and when she flares she moves like a bolt of lightning and she grins all the while.
Angela looks so angelic that Shell Bell almost cries. Several of the other Bells want to hug her. Angela is humbly embarrassed and withdraws the aura enough that Shell Bell stops looking like she wants to weep.
Amariah is witchy. Most cloudpine-witches acquire a patina of this effect over time, but hers doesn't just say she's ageless, it says she's eternal, invincible, solid magic through and through. Path has a bit of it rubbed off on him; anyone from Alethia could already tell he was a daemon and not an owl with the low-level magical sensitivity everyone there has, but now it is obvious to everyone that he is not an owl, and that if you touch him you will incur wrath. (Kas, Petaal, and Ivy are of course quite exempt from the bit about wrath.)
Shell Bell's aura doesn't do anything obviously special till she walks by a fountain in the garden and it sprays her with decoratively refractive mist and makes little ripples when she reaches out towards it.
Stella's doesn't manifest any special effects apart from the basics no matter where she goes, but she's pretty happy with the basics.
And then there's Juliet.
Juliet's also screams I can so utterly fuck you up if you provoke me.
There's also the little tongues of flame that run harmlessly over her skin when she flares. They don't catch anything - she tests this - but they're warm and they move like fire and they make her look awfully -
"Might come in useful dealing with some of the demons, I guess," says Juliet, and she withdraws her aura altogether and is just herself.
"So," she says, amused, "who wants to try casting a spell?"
"You guys can all come back in a week or whenever," Pattern says. "Just let me know. I don't think I want any of you trying to do magic on my Saturn the state you're in except Queenie, maybe Beast."
"Pff," says the Joker. "Bet you I could pull it off." He snuggles his nearest alt, who happens to be Queenie. "But maybe I'd rather go hang out on the old asteroid. Who's with me?"