Doktah, do you want to see a light show? Very well...

As the room goes dark, Aria raises her staff, creating orbs of dim purple lights.

Her beige hair flows, bathing the gleaming lights that reflect off her mauve eyes. The glittering lights dart in haste, leaving behind afterimages of various shapes across the room, then cycling in unison to form a mesmerizing pattern. When you reach your hand out, you notice a warm, gentle light resting on your palm.

Why, you like it? I could go on...