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As the large iron gates magically parted with Faralda's "special" entrance routine (which Kara reduced to simplicity seeing as you just throw Magelight into the wells..) the Bosmer runaway's salmon sprinkled eyes rested ahead, enchanted by the inexplicable jet of swirling magic casting from the center of the College's courtyard. She probably should of listened more to her crafty guide -- but she was much too allured by the azure formation ahead and merely dismissed the high elf with a nod, her heavy steel boots absentmindedly batting against snow and stone as she headed to her entrancement. Where she stood and gazed into the brilliant glow for several long minutes.
Ceri practically had to slap her out of it. (She actually listened to Faralda's ramblings. Fortunately.)