Perhaps, if the sparks and showers had any real sentience, they would have mustered affectionate amusement for the golden face that peered down upon the dying pops of chemical reaction. Of course the soft wind-down of sound, reminiscent of whimpering, would play on the strings of motherhood connected to her heart. It was not surprising that she decided to investigate further, dark lips inquisitively lowering to where the sparks lay dying in the snow. Their beauty ephemeral, attracting attention from near and far, just as they had lured Rexanna to the Steppe. But lasting only for a moment, drawing the eye and inspiring the heart only to die out and sprinkle back to the earth in dull-colored, burnt-out shells.

It lay waiting, still, as dark lips finally brushed physically against the little beads that were all that remained of the luminescent fireworks. For a moment perhaps Rexanna would think that was the end - of the show, the lights that had coalesced in the sky and drawn her attention. The dark void that had drawn her mystically closer, unrelenting until the one they had wanted had been hooked and lured forth into the night. Maybe she thought it was a fluke, a magical parting of the veil. But as her lips lingered, the sparks shivered to life once more. One final, parting explosion.

Lights would rise in her vision, not blinding in the least but warm and colorful as they streamed forward in front of her. The colors latched onto her coat, a tingling sensation shivering to life in her skin as the colors faded into inky blackness as they submerged into her skin. As if tainted by the darkness of the lips that had brought them to life once more. The fireworks exploded across the canvas of the woman's body, immortalized through her caricature. No longer would the streaming, crackling arts be confined to the skies for but a moment. They would live on, on this willing canvas of flesh and warmth. And when the skies called back to them - when the heavens reached down and reminded the markings that they had once been part of the celestial highs - the markings would spark and explode in turn. When the rains and snows came down, they would live on, Rexanna's body their night sky to exist upon once more.

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Congratulations! Rexanna has been awarded her passive magic: [Magic (P) | Fire x Shock :: When wet, black markings appear on her body in the shape of various fireworks.]

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