Twilight’s horn ignited with magic, glowing brighter and brighter as the seconds went on with the sounds of magical energy growing in time with it, the power tousling her mane as it caused her to begin floating slightly off of the ground. There wasn’t any real threat or power to the spell: it was only there to give the appearance of her charging up a powerful spell, and it was working as intended. Tempest shut her eyes and bowed her head slightly, Rarity correct again in her prediction of what she’d do next. Smiling to herself, Twilight quietly floated over towards her, but kept building up the light and sound of the fake spell. Tempest’s ears slowly pinned back and her eyelids squeezed even tighter as the performance went on, clenching her jaw and sweating when she heard the sound get closer.