[Jasmine braces herself. She's been bracing herself for this in for a while... holding it in. Wondering what it might be like. She got a taste of it when she was first sucked into the Mirage's world, but this was on a whole different level.
The result... the result was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. Metaphorically anyway. She felt the love, the energy, the empowering, vitalizing power of the mirage - the power of hope, life, and light - which balanced and harmonized with her own power of darkness.
As the power surged into her, Jasmine's outfit changed. The flower-like hair ornamentation she wore grew longer and sharper. The cuffs her gloves became more pointed, as did the frills of her dress and her boots. Finally, a glowing wing of energy (yes, just one) appeared over her shoulder as her entire ensemble took on a brighter, more pastel shade.
She'd done it. She'd transformed. And for a brief moment, even amidst this chaos, Jasmine felt uniquely, wonderfully powerful.]
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The result... the result was like being wrapped in a warm blanket. Metaphorically anyway. She felt the love, the energy, the empowering, vitalizing power of the mirage - the power of hope, life, and light - which balanced and harmonized with her own power of darkness.
As the power surged into her, Jasmine's outfit changed. The flower-like hair ornamentation she wore grew longer and sharper. The cuffs her gloves became more pointed, as did the frills of her dress and her boots. Finally, a glowing wing of energy (yes, just one) appeared over her shoulder as her entire ensemble took on a brighter, more pastel shade.
She'd done it. She'd transformed. And for a brief moment, even amidst this chaos, Jasmine felt uniquely, wonderfully powerful.]