Khainley, even with the addition of eyesore precision, couldn't follow the shifts, and things. Good god, when the butterflies arose in a swarm, and darted out, she was preparing for her golden green eyes, in all there newly found vibrancy in interest, to pop out of their sockets. She shook her head. "Lordy, mister." She grinned enough to show teeth, before registering that, and snapping her muzzle shut. Bearing teeth tended to scare whoever spared them a glance. Not this time though. She had magic to produce. Her hand rose, and soon, a sparked flame popped into her palm. "Take a look." If he should move to a closer proximity, the shadows dotting the center would then take to movement. Figures flouncing in an expert-like tango, then shift to the rose she once saw. Everything from images of her home, idris, to the tomb of sanctuary flashed in a flourish. Soon, the flame was diminished... By the closing of her palm.