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Clara stood to get a better look as he began producing a spell circle in the air. His hand moved very fluidly, but she would hazard a guess that what he was doing wasn't easy. Such ability, she smiled watching the circle reach completion, but felt a very strange surge throughout her body and even her soul. With one hand up towards the center of the circle and the another facing her, Alexander spoke with a smile, "Take my hand if you mean it". He seemed to be thoroughly interested in this procedure as well. It was very possible that what was happening in this tent had never occurred before or if it did, it was unheard of in her land. Looking up at the now engaged circle then into his fiery daemonic eyes. Without a word, Clara's hand clapped into his. As soon as her hand made contact with his the circle hummed loudly and cracked with energy. The force she felt before was intensifying. Her free hand seemed to move up towards the circle of it's own accord and completing the loop that was being forged between them. Her aura felt like it was struggling not only against her, but against everything else. She never bothered trying to restrain it throughout her time of being a sorceress, so it behaved like a feral beast that had been caged for the first time sense it had been brought into existence. Clara closed her eyes tightly having a very difficult time making sense of the sensations she was experiencing due to the nature of the spell. She tried to see the process much like how her perceived Alexander's aura when he un-masked it. Two forces that were fighting to break free against the bonds of the spell was all she could gather at this point. Her hand gripped his tightly more for stability than anything. How long will it rage? Her aura had never known structure but only instinct. Clara's abilities were not spawned from something as rigid and controlled as the magic that was forcing it to bend at the moment. Though the whole experience was robbing her of her balance, but she refused to waiver under the forces of the spell. Slowly, she opened her eyes again. Above them something was swirling around the face of the circle but clearly not touching it. Their auras were becoming visible, which was something Clara had never seen before with her own eyes. The only reason she knew what she was looking at was due to the fact that she could feel the connection between her and her aura. It was now a vaporal substance wrapping it's self around what she knew had to be Alexander's. Her skin prickled as goose pimples formed up her arms. Then she looked back into Alexander's face with an excited expression. "Can you see this?" She asked, talking about the two manifestations swirling above them.

Name: Molly Surname: Wennstretch Hair: Auburn hair usually pulled back and covered by a bandanna. Skin: Pale and freckled Eyes: Stormy gray Height: 5'5 Weight: 150 lbs Build: Toned and a little more so in her arms. Rank: Crew member. (Ship mechanic) Skills: Weapon and machine repair. Strong for her size and weight. Wardrobe: Usually a pair of overalls, work boots, goggles and a work shirt rolled up to the shoulders. Weapons: Blunt objects that was readily available in her workshop. Backstory: Molly used to work in a weapons factory and before that a shop that specialized in ship repair. Her uncle owned the shop and her learned everything from him. Though she was a girl, she was among the best mechanics in her area. Should I add more?

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