"You're among kitsune, dear. That sort of talk is impolite. Here, secrets are meant to be shared. Or lorded over others, as power," she said, primly.<br/><br/>"She is... outgoing," Inari said. "To accurately describe what kind of magic she uses would be difficult, at best. A mixture of arcane words, music, gestures, symbols... whatever seems to suit the spell, from what I've seen. Classifying her is like trying to describe holding your first child, to someone without children," she said with a smile.<br/><br/>The lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the crowd, as a lone figure, dressed in a beautiful, shimmering maroon dress that complimented her fur, made her way out onto the stage, holding a violin. She took her seat, and spent a minute adjusting everything, while the audience waited in rapt silence. Finally, she lifted the instrument, and began to draw it across the strings, a haunting melody filling the air; Draiss would instantly recognize the almost instinctual level of magic being used, more so when she began to sing. To most of the audience, it was a stunningly beautiful melody that captured their hearts and minds. To him, he could see the intricate spell being woven, like a tapestry being spun before his eyes.  The spell, itself, didn't accomplish much, but the craftsmanship of it was exceptional; master spellweavers might spend a lifetime designing a spell this... perfect, and she seemed to be doing it without any effort.<br/>