Ghosty has a habit of unraveling her body in between spells. Hopefully Cam won't find it too disturbing.
(Cam's mindscape? Is Grace. Grace is tickled pink about this.)
She only does it to have a quick stretch, ride a few of those gorgeous Saturn winds. Then she comes right back and forms herself up again.
And Cam casts again. His aura is starting to develop noticeability, though not yet any distinctive features or the pure power behind the other Bells'.
Still, Ghosty comments on it. "You're getting a little something around the edges."
"No idea! Let's find out!" And he casts up a lovely beach-bubble for future residents of Saturn.
"Mmm, I love doing that," says Ghosty, pulling herself back together. "Have I mentioned I love doing that?"
"Several times. If you didn't I'd be shit out of luck. Collective you."
She kisses him fondly on the cheek and says, "Hit me again, this is getting fun."
"Right, do I need to do anything special what with you being a pair?" Cam inquires.
Petaal's aura suggests that he could touch her if he wanted. He hasn't made up his mind about whether to try it, but he is sort of curious what it's like, since it's supposed to be like something.
Petaal has been taking angel form lately. Her wings look, as Queenie claimed, soft and fluffy.
Between spells, Cam reaches in the direction of a wing, and pauses an inch short; he's not sure if he should trust aura-welcome alone. "Mm?"
"Aren't I cuddly?" she says happily.