As Dora returns, she begins to feel the tingle of several magical auras, like how her skin feels when her fur stands on end before a thunderstorm. As she focuses from the chamber door, she senses about a dozen auras, one in particular drawing her in near those at the center of the ceremony. As she continues to focus creeping toward her friend among the tangled forest of shoes and skirts, she sees aura of Kerith's sword light his cloak, the glow only slightly brighter when she sees it directly. Not surprisingly, Aria's armor and sword also glow though not with the same intensity. And the faint glow now upon Aren's chest, of course. Oh, but the beautiful shawl Drusilia's draped over her raven bodice and her hair, the glow of her skin beneath paling in comparison; soooooooo pretty.<br/><br/><br/>She shakes her head as cats are wont to do when something unexpected brushes low on their whiskers. She re-focuses on Victoriana, remembering her task. The familiar wand lies in the sash at her friend's hip. But the ring she forces herself to focus on. It's such a faint light compared to the sparklie around Drusilia's head. She loses interest and looks back at the foreign lady. How lovely it would be to cast this spell again and again roll around on the shawl and take in the smell and the feel and the...No!, she forces herself back on the ring.<br/><br/>[OOC, Spellcraft check 20]Dora sees the cool blue of abjuration infuse the ring's aura and Victoriana momentarily takes on a very dim glow of the same hue fading immediately as Aren releases her hand. She can't make out exactly what Kerith says, but Aren takes up his wife bodily and kisses her vigorously and her skin flashes the blue with the same intensity as the ring. It quickly subsides to the previous dim glow for the several long moments they share the embrace.