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"Click!" With a final, metallic snap, Octélia was now ready. Despite her excitement, the dark haired witch was breathing slowly and quietly, but deep inside, everything was going... so fast. Nontheless, she kept her composure, and took a moment to assess the situation. She rose a hand up, as a gentle creaking sounded, revealing shiny, glossy digits. A purple layer was covering them, tightly, espousing their shape perfectly. Octélia was looking at them in awe, moving them further from her face