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The following day, Adrien returned to his spell practice with renewed vigor. He danced for the want in his blood, for Val's loving gaze, for the light of that morning - for the shape of his moment, to honor it with his presence. As joy swirled him, his magic's light revealed his will in golden orange. Adrien beamed in triumph and satisfaction; he swung the staff to see that light again. "I've been wondering if this would happen anytime soon... when would my magic unite with the color of spirit, like yours does".